I Used to Write Emails...

When I graduated college almost 3 years ago, I was determined to stay connected. I'm not quite sure what I was so intent to stay connected too, but something. I guess no one ever really wants to feel alone especially when you move 3000 miles away from home. I'd had a whirlwind four years of mostly bliss and was out to discover the world of adulthood I only thought I had an understanding of.
I packed up my bags and imported all 400 email addresses into my gmail account. I became determined to stay connected even if it was just unread inside an inbox somewhere. Maybe, I just wanted an excuse to write.
Upon arriving to sunny California I spent each month recounting my adventures via email. I would spend hours composing very long and very detailed accounts of my daily activities. Just enough to make my life sound mildly interesting and exciting even when it proved to be difficult. When I think back on it now it seems self indulgent. Who was I even talking too? An even better question would be, "Who was even listening?"
Which brings me to now. To the new year. Another one.
However, it's in this new year where I can't find it in me to talk specifically about my life. To be honest its not the people in my life but its because I'm not happy with me. Mostly with what I'm doing.
There's a mile long list of things I'd like to do, plan to do and hope to do in the new year.
This blog was on my list.
It's not an email.
No one has to listen unless they'd like too.

Here's to 2009 (and to one check mark already on my list :)