I have been a negligent mother to this blog. I could come up with a billion excuses, but the truth is I’ve been busy and I haven’t felt like writing until like a couple of days ago. Since we’re being honest here, I’ll tell you that I feel like I am just not cut out for this blogging world. I’m not that great of a writer, nor am I that interesting. And at first, that was what this whole journal thing was about. Being interesting. Being someone that people would go “wow. This girl is so thoughtful and cool”. I am not. Now that I have had weeks to deliberate and stare thoughtfully at my bookmark of this scary page, I have come to the conclusion that I need to write in this because if I don’t, the thoughts in my head will explode somewhere else. Somewhere I don’t want them to explode. As weird as this may sound, I would much rather have a stranger read my inner most thoughts than some of my close friends.

Maybe it’s my generation. I read an article in the school paper about our generation and how we are the first ones to grow up with the web by our side. We have discussed important issues on AIM, we have made Myspace and Facebook the biggest social networking websites, we have grown up with everything at our fingertips in the flash of a button. And here we are. We’re graduating college and high school. We’re facing reality and dealing with older generations who don’t speak like us, don’t know about computers and we don’t get what it was like back in the sixties or seventies. Sure. We have grown up in a war. We have grown up with drugs and alcohol, but we have also had to deal with school shootings. Our very own country, generation, our peers attacking our safety. Media infiltrating our brains constantly. Reality TV versus our own reality. Trying to be yourself, yet still be liked and still get the approval from our very hard-working parents who grew up with hard times in hard places. This is who we are. This is who I am. Generation Y.

I will be focusing on not only what is happening in my life and what is going through my thoughts, but also one chosen question, which will be stated in the title. This is my fresh start to my blog.

What most excites you about the way you’re living your life right now? I would have to say living away from my parents. I love them, I love seeing them, but having my own place to get away is wonderful. I am getting an apartment for the summer and next fall with my roommate whom we shall call from now on, Roomie. (I am SO creative). I never even imagined how freeing it would feel to not live under my parents rules. To eat what I want, to drive where I want, to go to bed when I want. All very wonderful, but sometimes I just want to sit on my mom’s lap and cry into her shoulder and sometimes I want her to be here to make me a cup of tea and sit and talk. I suppose Roomie/CSG will have to do for now.