the beginning: notes on another life

first sf home

san francisco, 2005

I spent the past month merging various blogs (I’m a blog hoarder) I’ve kept over the past 10+ years into what I hope to be my final blog space. For a long time, I have contemplated if I wanted to keep my “other” blogs hidden in their own private little blogospheres, or if I wanted to put them all in one place. I decided on the latter. All those posts, crazy and emo as they are, are also a part of me.

My old blog posts have been archived and correspond to the original date they were posted. They have not been edited, although in some cases, I have enhanced a few posts with photos or editor’s notes. Some entries have been made private because they were either too personal (typically coming from a blog that was always meant to be private), too angst-y, or just too boring. I have turned off commenting on most of these old entries.

I don’t know what compels me to blog about my life; what has compelled me to do it for as long as I have. Beyond documenting memories, I like that blogging allows me to connect with the person I was. At times, it seems like some of my posts (ok, most) were written by a hormonal 15-yr old girl. And at other times, some posts seem written by someone way beyond my capacity of understanding. Both good and bad, I suppose it’s just my way of figuring it all out.

During the course of sifting through these posts, I selected a few that, for whatever reason, I re-connected with:

If you have found yourself here, it’s because for some reason you are starting from the beginning. I don’t expect many — if any — to find and/or read this page. I actually don’t expect anyone to read past my last few posts. But in the event that curiosity — or boredom — has gotten the best of you, here are a few notes to sum up this blog:

  • I have kept a journal since I was maybe eight years old. When the online world opened up — first in the form of BBS and then in the form of rudimentary blogs — I immediately made the transition. I still kept/keep a written journal, but for over 15 years I have been logging all my memories online.
  • This blog starts when I’m in college. I didn’t really write frequently until I moved to San Francisco and started documenting my dating life (totally ripped off from Sex and the City), relationships, break ups, and single life. I kept a LiveJournal during this time frame. My handle was “datingXperiment.”
  • I stopped blogging regularly when I started dating my now husband – Sly – aka “NG.” In some ways I’m glad that I didn’t document every single argument we ever had, but on the other hand, I really wish I had written more about our pre-married life. After blogging for so long about dating, I think I was finally ready to let it go.
  • Once Sly and I married I found myself wanting to blog again, this time about our travels, our kitties, and just the boring daily stuff we tend to forget. I realized that not only did I miss blogging, but that I really enjoyed it. And in case you’re wondering, Sly does know — though only has read some — about all the other blogs that preceded this one — before my blog became our blog. Everything pre-Sly I have categorized under Archives.

It’s really surreal to have such a detailed log of a huge chunk of my life online. Before smartphones, web 2.0, and social media, my mostly text-only blog was my main outlet and source of communication with people I probably wouldn’t have met or connected with otherwise. They were also the ramblings (mostly rantings) of a borderline psychotic, oftentimes sad, emotionally-charged, highly-strung, overly sentimental, boy-crazy 20-something year-old and are pretty embarrassing (sometimes funny) to read now that time and space has distanced me from the situation(s).

Please take these posts with a grain of salt, and be aware that most, if not all, of my archived posts contain a very colorful use of the English language.

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