Let's try this again

I used to blog regularly; not here on vox, but on blogspot.  Life got complicated, though, and I just couldn't write any more.  Not necessarily because I didn't have time, but because I was too blue to write.  I know -- the fact that I can't write through pain or that turmoil actually discourages me from putting pen to paper (or fingertip to keyboard, as the case may be) probably means that I have no career as A Serious Writer.  "Tortured Artist" just doesn't suit me.  I'd rather be "Happy, Non-Moody, Artist with Lots of Friends."  I've been wanting to write for the last year or so, but I just haven't been able to suck it up and do it.  Until today.  Starting today -- which, by the way, is my 27 and 7/12 birthday -- I will try again (what?  Do you not celebrate your fractional birthdays?  Sucks to be you.).

I think I need an outlet now more than usual because I just moved out of the country.  Granted, American money is accepted widely over the Cayman Islands and everyone speaks English, but it is still a different country.  Things are different.  We drive on the left here!  Wait, scratch that -- I should say people drive on the left here because I most certainly have not behind the wheel yet, and I'm cool with that really.  Also, instead of dead white men on our coins, we have wild animals.  So, yeah -- totally different country.

Even though I work with 900 people, I feel really alone.  I realize that I'm closer to my family in Tampa now than when I lived in Montana, but seeing them now involves a trip to the immigration department to make sure that I have the proper stamps in my passport to ensure that I can back into the country.  Montana may be far away and remote, but I never had to involve the government in my comings and goings from the state.  Also, before I left the country (I was living in Florida at the time), I stupidly started seeing someone.  Ah, that's some good alliteration.  Anyway, yeah, not only did I stupidly start seeing someone, I fell totally in love.  How lame is that?

I'll have to delve into that last one at a later date.  I think this is a good start for now; I don't want to use all my blogging juice at one time (because it's finite, you know.  Fun fact).  Until then, I'm going to worry about my man calling me and plan what to wear to work tomorrow.  OH!  WORK!  I didn't even start blabbing about that yet!  So many things to blab about!

Until then...I still think Dennis Quaid is hot.