Funny stuff keeps happening to me.
Stuff you can’t really make up.
Stuff that I wanted to tell you but you live far away or whenever we meet up we get sidetracked talking about the Daily Show and, most of all and no matter where you are, I want to listen to you more than I want to hear myself talk.
So I decided that I needed a place to write it down so that we could laugh about it later or you could glance at it without me boring you with all the details but while still feeling like you have a sense of what I’ve been up to. Plus maybe this will help me feel a clearer sense of the shape of my time here in Boston, of the life I’m growing. I’m working on developing a healthy nostalgia, optimism, and confidence. By having it documented hopefully I’ll be able to look back and see what I usually see (mistakes, lessons learned, opportunities to improve) plus moments of joy, hope, and, possibly, success.
I’m writing this to you – my friends (and particularly my friends who live very far away – shout out to Melia for being exactly TWELVE time zones away from me and therefore the furthest). I hate writing a diary or a journal because I already know everything that I’m thinking and I don’t have the patience to tell myself about it. But I do have the patience to tell you. Not that you have ANY obligation to read this. I’m just going to click send or publish or whatever button wordpress has that I haven’t found yet. Hopefully sometimes I’ll add pictures so you can see what I’m up to but, as you know, I’m not always the best at taking pictures (unlike Marios who, to be fair, comes by his photo taking honestly and has documented so much of my past four years that I really owe him a camera or something).