steps in...looks around

so this is the new blogosphere?

i miss the old blogging days. i started blogging to figure out what i was thinking and then i rather unexpectedly made friends. some of them are still my friends today and i am grateful for that. but i’ll admit that i did it mostly for myself, to process what was happening in my life and in the world. i think i’m lacking that these days. on some level, i’m afraid to know what i think about things, because things can feel pretty hopeless and that can be hard to face (though recent events have improved things on that front). and the interwebs have become a much more combative place. i’m not entirely sure i’m up for that.

but, i am up for writing regularly again and i am still down with not using capital letters. it still feels like who i am not to capitalize anything, so if you find that irritating, please just scroll on by.

i’m ok if no one is listening. or is it reading? i’m ok if it’s just for me. but, i’m also happy to find that same sense of community here that i found on blogger in the old days. a few like minds - or maybe interesting minds, as they don’t have to be like mine - who want to have a conversation.

i don’t really know what i’m going to be sharing - probably a little bit of everything. my interests are varied - they span the range of everything from cats to gardening to my latest obsession (weaving) to LEGO (that, i will capitalize) to what i’m reading (mostly cozy mysteries of late) to the podcasts i listen to and yes, even taylor swift (my sister flew over and we went to the eras tour in hamburg), with a little american politics sprinkled in. and underlying it all is a person who grew up in the midwest of the united states, but has lived in denmark for 25+ years and still thinks (constantly) about what home means. perhaps more than ever these days. i’m not sure who that combination may appeal to, but it’s what i’ve got.

i hope you’ll meet me back here for the next post. but if you don’t, that’s ok too. i’m just over here looking (possibly in vain) for those elusive moments of perfect clarity.

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