This blog feels like home. It’s been around a long time, even though I’ve neglected it for most of the past three years. Instead of writing here, I started two blogs with more specific subject matter – gluten free cooking and living in Buffalo, NY. [Edited to add: Those two websites are no longer active. I imported many of those posts to this blog so there is no longer a three-year gap in the archives.]
I started new blogs because, at the time, this space felt so full of personal subject matter that turning a corner and writing about something more specific – like food, for instance – seemed entirely out of character. Since turning my back on this space, I’ve realized there are subjects that don’t easily lend themselves to a food blog…or the places I visit in Buffalo. Sometimes I want to write about books I’ve read or capture a random day in my life with photos.
I started this blog shortly after I turned 22 in 2002. Twelve years later, I’m now 34. There’s a lot of history on these pages.
Over the years, I wrote about ugly things like unhealthy relationships and eating disorders. I wrote about wonderful things that happened, like meeting my now-husband. There were many posts I put quite a lot of time and thought into, like the weekly column I wrote for BlogHer for three years (2007-2010).
This space captured my life events for at least ten years. From 2002-2012, I wrote about driving solo cross-country; living in Amsterdam for five months on a college semester abroad; graduating from college; living in southern California; and moving to Washington, DC. I had multiple jobs, apartments, dates, and friends. Some of those things lasted longer than others.
My life is different now. I live in an entirely new part of the country. Paul and I got married. If all goes as planned, we’ll be buying our first home later this month. I still don’t have kids, but the topic is under consideration.
For some reason, a few days ago I got an urge to write here again. Here I am.