Maybe I should share here that I have always fancied myself a bit of a writer. (A little fact I have not always been comfortable expressing.) Words are one of the great loves of my life and this blog has given me the opportunity and the freedom to express myself in ways I couldn't before. Now, trust me, as someone who had been in graduate school since the beginning of time (or at least since Brad and Jennifer were together), writing for fun was not an option for a very, very long time. just a small town girl gave me the space to indulge in writing solely for the sake and for the love of it... not for a grade, not for a paper, but just because.
So, here we are. A little over a year later and, oh, what a year it has been. just a small town girl has been here to document it all. From being hung over on hope, to struggling with whether or not to blog about my boyfriend, to writing about what I would tell my younger self (my very favorite post, fyi), to the art of being down in the dumps. From my penchant for fish faces to the great love of my parents to Death Cab for Cutie. Then, somewhere along the way, a few of you magically started reading what I really only wrote for myself and my mother. So, with a new audience (of around eleven), I introduced myself and blogged on. The death of the beloved Dorothy Zbornak. My decision to move to Las Vegas. The journey of my own love story. My love affair with Mexico. Shaking my booty to choreographed dances from the eighth grade. I wrote about it all.
Then I finished graduate school, packed my bags and moved to Vegas. I felt more hopeful and excited than I ever had before, but I also felt more scared. Through it all, I blogged. I fell in love with my new life and learned some crazy lessons in my new city. From the passing of MJ to writing a letter to Jon Gosselin to my pounding puppy clock, I blogged. I blogged about the Biggie Smalls to my Puff Daddy and the hurt I thought I would never get over. The words kept coming. My favorite place in Vegas (and my second favorite place). My facebook fantasy status updates. The trip that changed my life. The old lady version of myself. I wrote and I wrote, but no post meant more to me than this one.
One year and 143 posts later, I am still just as excited to sit down and blog as I was that first day. It may sound incredibly cheesy, and for that I'm sorry, but taking the time to write has changed my life. Yes, there are a few changes I want to make in the next year to le blog, but more than anything, just a small town girl feels like a home away from home, a little space in the world where I can truly be myself. Even if no one ever reads a single word I've written here, the act of writing brings me comfort, but the fact that I have become a part of a larger community of bloggers is nothing short of amazing.
So, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to come to my little blog and read a little or a lot and thank you for making me feel, more than anything else, less alone in the world.
Happy blogging to you!