Well, even more of me will now reside in the virtual world... Why?
The reasons are several. I am starting to get the urge to vent more and more often. And now that I am moving to a new city again it is increasingly hard to catch the right friend at the right moment when they have time to hear me (or read me) vent. Blogging seems like the perfect way to avoid the "mass emailing" and still feel like there is an audience, albeit a very small one, but an audience nonetheless.
On the other hand, I am about to embark on an interesting adventure that would be worth documenting. As far as adventures go, it probably doesn't sound all that exciting at first - I am simply going back to the place where I grew up. Big deal! Yes, big deal. Because I left that place when I was 17, and ALL of the time I lived independently from my parents has been in a different country. I have not seen Russia in five and a half years. Lots has changed, I hear. So my adventure is not exciting in a way that a scuba diving vacation in Hawaii is. Rather, I anticipate a journey that will be an eye-opening experience, revealing how becoming an adult in Alaska has shaped me differently from the people who grew up and still live down the street from my parents' apartment.
Perhaps the word is not anticipate, but hope. I recently received an email from a person from waaaay back, who read my online "blurb" summarizing what has happened in five years and said: "I am glad you achieved everything you wanted." Though it might seem like I know exactly what is going on, the truth is, I am desperately searching for what it is that makes me ME. What do I want it life? What do I value? What interests me? What do I want to know about? What is the accomplishment after which I will be able to say -
I
did achieve everything I wanted to!
I know that sometimes I behave like a different person around different people. Some of that is natural, I suppose, but I worry, that I get influenced by the mirror that is that other person too much. I want to know myself and I want to be myself in any situation.
So I will start writing. I remember feeling good about myself when I kept a diary. I just could not ever find enough time for it. Plus the notebook diaries do not connect you with other people the way I am hoping this attempt might. I hope that it will keep me in touch with my dearest friends in Alaska when I am in Russia, and with my strong and loving family when I am back in the US.
There are way too many I's in this post. But that's what happens when you try to express your emotions. So let the expressing begin...
On June 5th, 18:53 Alaska time, people driving down Seward Highway in Anchorage witnessed a horrible accident. A green Kia Sephia collided with... its own hood! The accident resulted in shattering of the windshield and a large dent in the hood. The owner and driver of the car, who asked us not to disclose her name or haircolor, recalls that a few hours before the accident she made a deal to sell the car on Saturday.
the passenger were driving by. These individuals, by virtue of having a spare strap spared the owner spending some money on having the car towed. At a frightening speed of 25 mph (because everyone around is zipping by at 75 mph), the car and its unlucky owners traveled back to the headquarters where a memorial service took place...
Anyway... I guess I was too attached to this car to give it up to someone without first leaving a significant mark... I'll have to sell it as is; it has a ton of good parts in it. Bummer... Oh well...
So Jack chased us around for some time. He got me pretty good!
I don't know how Julie chooses the pictures for her blog - I just want to post all 70 that I took. He is just entirely too cute!
On the other hand, I am about to embark on an interesting adventure that would be worth documenting. As far as adventures go, it probably doesn't sound all that exciting at first - I am simply going back to the place where I grew up. Big deal! Yes, big deal. Because I left that place when I was 17, and ALL of the time I lived independently from my parents has been in a different country. I have not seen Russia in five and a half years. Lots has changed, I hear. So my adventure is not exciting in a way that a scuba diving vacation in Hawaii is. Rather, I anticipate a journey that will be an eye-opening experience, revealing how becoming an adult in Alaska has shaped me differently from the people who grew up and still live down the street from my parents' apartment.
