Monday marked the last call of my teenage years. I entered my second decade scared to death. Scared that I’m not truly LIVING. Isn’t that the case for a lot of us? I have been afraid to write in here because I’ve been afraid of what it would say. I guess it would be something like this: Honestly, I am just an 20 year old college student trying to make sense of the messes created by my predecessors and the messes I am beginning to make. I am trying to save the world. I am trying to learn as much as I can at University. I am trying to be an adventurer. Mostly, though, I am trying to live without regrets. Thus far, I would say I have done fairly well. I allow myself the occasional mishap but overall, I’d say I owe little to the monster of regret. This is my diary, uncensored and mostly true. I will not protect or pretend. I will tell you about my life accurately because, according to yours truly, it’s a pretty damn good story.
I am twenty. I attend University, I live in the Pacific Northwest, and I love to read, be funny, and live. I do not like contractions and I drink too much tea. I am trying to be a good student and a better person. I like making friends and I talk too much. All of the triats are inherantly mine. I accept, attempt to change at times, and to an extent like them all.
Finding out who you are and where you stand is difficult, right? Finding what I need most in this life and where I fit is the most crucial part of the chapter I am writing. I want to travel, to love, and to learn. I want to create art and friendships and images. To be present. I have decided that from this day forward I will be that. I will be organized and a mess. I will keep my hair unbrushed and my dancing shoes always polished. I will never forget that the New York Times is my best friend and that my heart lies within others. I must not forget that who I am and what I love is most important. I make a vow, to appreciate others, to serve them, and to have good laughs. To read, run, and love daily. To emphasize the fact that who I am trumps who I hang out with or who I date. So, Cheers to a blog that is about myself, my friends, and the insanely infuriating and intriguing people I will inevitably meet on my journey.