One Thousand Four-Hundred and Sixty Days Ago...

After I graduated from college, I filled the miserable hours during that first summer back in New York with writing. I continued this writing for about a year and a half, and I started talking about it.

I remember telling a good friend about the things I had written when I visited her over the holidays at the end of 2006. We were sitting at a restaurant on Shattuck Avenue or somewhere thereabouts and she suggested I start a blog.

I went home and wrote my first entry on January 10, 2007. I spent that year chronicling my “thoughts of the moment,” stories of my commutes to and from the work I hated, being back in my hometown, grasping at any creative outlet I could reach, and ended up racking up nearly 200 posts that first year (still the most I've ever written).

Four years later (which I realized tonight is as long as a person spends at a university!), this is what it’s become.

A place where I write desperately about my attempts at dating.

Where I share successes and failures in school and work.

Where I write about food. A lot.

Or Taylor Lautner. And the other guys I’m a little ashamed to admit I think are hot.

It has become something I am very proud of, something that continues to evolve, something that keeps me grounded and sane.

And I want to thank all of you for your continued interest, support, and comments.

And, thanks, Mel. For the great idea.

I owe you one.