Who starts blogging this late in the game?
(B)Logic states that one most often starts writing at the beginning of an adventure/endeavor of some sort (Say: attending a university over 4000 miles from home and becoming some sort of scholastic jet-setter...or something)
But my adventure began 3 years ago...So why now?
It all begins with filed graduation papers. In my time at Franklin, I've become quite comfortable with the unreality of my life. Snow-capped palm trees, breakfast/lunch/dinner each in a different country, clubbing with incognito royals, living in hostels, dining with foreign dignitaries, all amazing and wonderful, but all very typically Franklin. When I handed that paper to the registrar and she measured my head for my cap (sidebar: my head is quite large...) I realized that, sooner than I had ever really considered, I would have to leave this fantasy land where the surreal is real and foray into life as a real person. There was only one problem: I didn't know how to be a real person. At best, I was severely out of practice. How does one step into a world that sees "I'm too lazy to go down to the grocery store" "Me too, let's just go to italy" as an improbable and impractical conversation when you see it as just a typical saturday morning?
Apparently, if you're me, you start a blog.
You turn life events into stories, vignettes, something to be read and understood, something to transition me from surreal college student to real-life blogger.
It seemed reasonable to me at the time...
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