its amazing what you can learn from old diaries. i went to the loft in search of a notebook in which i could organize all this immigration stuff that is looming over my head and instead i found the bin holding my old journals. lets just say i had a key to important abbrieviations like: HD = hot dogs, es = legs, and TGIF = well, we all know that one.

this diary began when i was 11 and you could tell i wasn't always keen to write an entry. the entire months of May and June were "the same". i also had a best friend who i wrote about a lot, periodically loving and hating her.

there is one last entry with my handwriting looking slightly more grown up, telling of my upcoming entry to high school and the beginning of my time with braces. i imagine things only got better from that point.

okay, okay, so i couldnt just leave it like that. his name is andrew and he lives in london at the moment. we have been engaged now for, let's see, 6 months and we are currently going to through the immigration process. by process i mean we have submitted loads of forms for andrew to come here and marry me, and now we are waiting to get approval for the the next step.

be prepared to hear a lot about that.

something new

this isn't exactly how i envisioned my home office area: a slightly larger than average side table functioning as a desk, the backside of my PC tower as close to the window as possible and a directors chair as my place to sit. but, still i find it very nice and satisfying. if i feel comfortable, indeed, motivated to blog, then i think this little set up will work out quite nicely.

its been awhile, i know. and i'm thinking, most likely, there will not be any readers for this post. chris long ago gave up checking this blog at work when bored, and andrew, although he insists he checks it everyday, probably doesn't.

okay, he probably does. i could hear him protesting in my mind.

i've often wondered why i had given up posting for so long. i still compose thoughts into blogs in my mind, little things here and there that i find interesting. in a way, i think i lost my muse when i moved. the house, the cats (together anyway), the birds, the town. all those things made up most of my posts over the last 2 years. i just don't see that same character here. plus, i'm realizing now as i sit in my quiet apartment, being alone helps. bear doesn't count as company, in this instance.

then i suppose, i am busier here. family to see and be with, helping my parents with things, just over all, more involved. in m-town, i was content not to be seen by others much, happy to be at home, cooking, baking, working in the yard...

today, however, there is a change in the air. it is not the same place, to be sure. but i can hear the birds, even if i cant see them. i can sit here with a cup of coffee and enjoy the breeze, not on the porch, but with all the windows open in my new apartment. and now, i have something to write about again.

i'm getting married, and to an englishman, to boot!