On having a blog.
I'll be honest here. I am embarrassed to have a blog. When friends mention having read something on my blog, I cringe. I would much rather be out there in the world anonymously. But it's been five years now -- ever since I up and moved to Berlin to follow a guy, kicking off a year-long angst fest about my feminist credentials -- and I'm still blogging, albeit very irregularly. And I like it! When I think back on my youth, I've always been a documenter. I always loved putting together photo albums, back then of the non-digital variety. And as I was reminded when my dad sold our childhood home and I was tasked with cleaning out my old bedroom, my young teen self kept up quite a number of correspondences via old-fashioned post -- most notably with my camp friend Sarah, but with many others too. So here I am, a grown woman who knows how to use the internet, and voila! A blog is born! This is my correspondence with mostly myself, a place to preserve memories and moments...and it's public so I won't share anything too embarrassing to my future self, right?
Hugs,
Katie
Hugs,
Katie