So…..here goes. I’m a little anxious as I set out on my first blog post. I don’t really know what I to say, but I know I have a lot of crazy shit rumbling around in my head, and it’d be nice to get it out of there and down on “paper” and maybe, along the way, I’ll realize I’m not the only one thinking this stuff. Or maybe not. We’ll have to see how it goes. Either way, I hope it’s at least entertaining to someone.
I guess the best way to kick this off would be to introduce myself: I’m a 34-year old reluctant attorney, meaning I’m not 100% sure how I ended up in this profession, but I’m definitely sure it was the wrong choice. Also, seeing “34” in writing is a little disconcerting as I still think somewhere around “28” in my head whenever someone asks my age. This point was driven home the other day when a co-worker casually mentioned that I was 20 years away from needing my first colonsocopy (don’t ask), and I corrected her that it was more like 16. And then it occurred to me that meant I was 16 years away from 50, and I had a minor heart attack in my cubicle.
Aside from being a reluctant attorney who is 16 years from needing a colonoscopy, I’m also an avid amateur photographer. My friends say I’m “award-winning,” which is technically true, but I feel weird claiming that title since the only awards I’ve won are from contests at local nature centers (although I have to say the competition has been fierce lately). I love to travel and have been fortunate enough to see a good part of the world, although there’s far more left to see. I’ve also lived in three different countries (Italy, Spain, and the United States), although I only really remember the time I spent in the latter two. I was born in Milan, Italy, and spent the first 2.5 years of my life in a town called Monticello, but I don’t really remember any of it. Most of my earliest memories are from my adopted home state of Georgia, where I lived through high school (aside from a short stint in Madrid, Spain). After high school, I went to college in North Carolina, and then moved to my current home in New Jersey (in case it’s not as obvious as I think it is….hence, the title of this blog).
I ended up in New Jersey because of a guy. Yeah, yeah….I know that’s never the smartest reason to move, particularly when it involves moving from a lovely Southern state full of wide open, clean spaces, to a crowded, dirty state, but it all worked out since I’m now engaged to the guy. We’ve been together for years and plan on getting married soon, although I keep putting off the planning process. One of these days, I’m just going to drag him to City Hall and be done with it. (Note: He’s paranoid about blogs and Facebook and EZ-pass and anything else that could let Big Brother or random psychos into our lives, so I’ll just call him “the guy” for now until I get around to coming up with a pseudonym).
Let’s see….Other than that, we share our house with our two cats, Trixie and Bailey, and we both work far too much. Left to my own devices, I’d have a house full of cats and dogs, and I’d probably end up one of those old ladies they find on the floor surrounded by starving pets who are about two hours from feasting on the body. So I guess it’s good that I’m not left to my own devices.
And now I find myself here. I need an outlet and a hobby – A place to vent so my friends can be spared more e-mail rants, and a place to share those crazy thoughts in my head that I kinda hope I’m not alone in having. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!