little things, big stuff

And after 11 weeks, I’m back in Iowa.

Of course the flight in couldn’t be smooth and enjoyable. Thunderstorms may be in the area, we were warned, and of course, they were. Flying makes me a nervous person. Turbulence makes me want to never fly again. It felt like this… I’m a fat person, barreling down a hill, close to losing control of my feet. But also, it feels like I’m in a speed boat, chopping through other boats’ wakes. Water is peaceful, though, and the ground however many feet below my airplane is not.

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After tossing around the idea for a while, I’ve decided to start this little blog at the urging of a few people. I don’t really know yet what form it will take. Posts will include the following: my photos and other people’s art, songs and lyrics, short stories and poems, crafts and my attempts at craftiness and lists. You see, I love making lists. I probably won’t write a lot. I most enjoy pictures and small bits of stuff, not rambling musings of politics and religion and love.

I’m afraid this blog will become a showcase of the things that are wrong about me. I change my writing tone frequently. I think that everything I like is awesome and worthy of sharing. I spend too much time on my computer.

I want to make a two-year commitment for this thing. That brings up another flaw… I have a hard time keeping with things I start.

Really, though, I’m looking forward to it. I see it as a chance to hone my writing and htmling skills. This will serve as a record of my ideas and in two years, a wonderful record of the transformation I’ve gone through during my last two years of college.  Here goes…