It Feels Like Home to Me

So, why am I blogging to be exact? I find this an important question to answer. Because really, this whole blogging this is like a sport, a team, something to be committed to. But really, the answer is simple. Since I set this whole thing up last night, my mind has been reeling with ideas of what to write about. Unfortunately, my time can’t quite catch up with my imagination. I’ve always loved to write. And, writing is clearly the name of the blogging game.

I love to write like Michael Jackson loves to wear spandex, germ-free gloves.
I love to write like celebrities love to name their children things like Apple and Coco and Violet and Phinehas.
I love to write like 35-year old soccer moms love to drive around their Honda mini vans packed to the max with three kids in carseats and a cooler full of orange slices in the back.

Basically, I was the kid who sat in the church service when she was twelve years old writing ridiculous fantasy romance fiction because she had all these ideas popping into her head and she couldn’t wait another nanosecond to write them down and… because she had an absurdcelebrity crush on Dean Cain. I think I actually produced a full on 5 page story during one sermon! Don’t worry, the only things I write during sermons now are notes (occasionally about where to go to lunch to my best friend sitting next to me, but hey, who’s keeping track?).

That’s besides the point. Really, I’ve just found that blogging feels like home to me. Maybe this is really nerdy, so cut me break as I’m being real with ya’ll right now. But, there’s just something “dream come truish” about getting to publish my very own little article whenver the heck I feel like it! Thanks for indulging me, blogspot!

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