A new start, a new blog

Among the many gifts I've received from my grandmother (including a burial plot in Germanville), perhaps the best has been: Advice.

In between encouraging me to go skydiving with her and cautioning me against the dangers of Creeping Charlie, she pushed me to maintain a journal. In an attempt to get properly settled after college, I pulled up my roots and bought a one-way ticket to Seattle. The job search is unmitigated tedium, the weather is grey and wet, and my social life is that of a sparrow suddenly thrust into a flock of penguins. "That," she says, "is exactly the sort of thing you should write about."

I don't usually keep a blog, for a few reasons. The first, and most obvious, is internet laziness. It's not that I don't have anything better to do than blog, it's just that, if I don't have anything better, I'll make something up. "You know what...I think I'll go weed the neighbors' garden." The second, more realistic reason is a fear that someday, all this will be used as evidence to put me away.

But, that being said, I'll give it a shot. After all, it's what my grandmother wants, and it came down to this or the skydiving.