I don't really have a plan for this whole blog experiment, however I do know that I want to write. With an expectant(hopefully) audience each week to keep me on my toes I will do my best attempt at delivering coherent and entertaining anecdotes, a documentary on country life, and my thoughts on... well everything.
At first this idea came about from the need to have a condensed way of staying in touch with family and close friends while I am off my little sabbatical. I know, I know, I am barely twenty years old and I take sabbaticals. The desire to write has always been there but then I realized what better way to document the next four months in relative isolation than by blog. Isolation? What could she mean you say? In a terrifyingly short two weeks I'll be leaving behind a rather well-adjusted North Shore lifestyle to live on a small N. Gulf Island known as Hornby. No phone, limited access to internet, and a little nearly waterfront cottage all to myself. My toilet may be on the deck- but at least it flushes! But more on that later.
When I first started to ponder making the move; being lonely had been the last thing on my mind. Since I started telling people about my choice to go the first thing I always hear is "living all on your own? Won't you be lonely? Scared? I couldn't do that..." I have to admit I let the comments get to me a bit. All of a sudden I started to doubt whether I made the right choice to go it alone. It wasn't too late to find a room mate. I knew I could pull together a few flower children who'd love the idea of it all. After a few weeks I reflected why I hadn't done anything about it yet and realized it was because I want to be alone.
Yes. Some nights when the wind is howling and the power is out I will be miserable and climb under the covers until it's all over. There will be days where I will be hitting my head on the wall out of boredom, hating these boondocks. I will miss my friends terribly but they will visit. If I was there with someone else we would probably run naked out into the storm and dance around in wind and rain, howling like the untamed free folk we believe ourselves to be. Then we'd go inside and light up our little home with all the candles we could find. I need to learn to do that by myself.
Just like I need to learn to edit. What I'm posting here is a severely chopped down edition of what I initially let stream out.
There are a lot of inner voices yelling out for me to stop this immediately. I think I can safely assume that means I am scared. Scared of the commitment, scared of looking bad, scared of YOU. I think it's high time I started being a little more vulnerable! Huzzah!
I hope you were all reading that like it was an epic speech building up to warrant that cheer at the end.
In the spirit of openess, here's the first thing you aught to know about me:
When eating a bag of trail mix I will always eat it in this order. Smarties, misc. dried fruit interspersed with bites of almond, seeds, peanuts, brazil nuts, walnuts, cashews to the squirrels. I will only eat cashews in chocolate or cooked in a savoury dish. I just had an epiphany. I could eat the cashews with Smarties at the same time and it would be like cashewy-chocolate!
See! Nothing but good can come from writing this blog.
Your Truly,
Sonya
