Hello 25

This is my 25th post. 

I view this as a very big accomplishment.  Even though I have all of, maybe, 3 followers, I'm proud of this blog. It's really not for you all.  It's really for my own therapeutic needs. 

And I know there are spelling errors. I know I talk funny sometimes.  I know that most of my posts are about how much I miss Seattle.  That's all okay with me.

I like how I talk and I love how I write.  I'm not doing this professionally, which is why I'm torturing myself through nursing school.  I'll get better and this blog will evolve.  So, right now I'm going to do a little giddy dance and celebrate my 25th post. 

Writing was always something that I enjoyed doing.  When I was in elementary school, I would write "chapter" books and create elaborate stories about love or solving crimes.  In high school and college, I knew that I was going to pass the class as long as I was given the chance to write a paper down the road. My proudest semester wasn't when I finished LPN school; it was the semester in which I had English 101 and got an A on every single paper. 

My point of this post is not to brag. It's to explain that I really love this little blog, for all it's quirks.  I love that there is an outlet and media in which I get to share my simple story. 

People journaled before the internet allowed mini-blogs. They did this in order to capture and keep their thoughts and memories. Maybe because there was a hope that someone would read it and understand them better.  I don't know if this is my goal. 

If all I do is write about good food, beautiful nature, and a cute black lab, then that's good enough.