So I started a blog this morning. Again. This isn’t the first one. I have no idea where the others are lurking on the internet, and that’s probably for the best.

Its been a while though. Since my other blogs I’ve gotten married, moved back to my home state and bought a house. And my husband and I are now responsible for keeping something else alive – granted its a dog – but that is a huge step for us.

His name is Dobby – like the house elf from Harry Potter

Recently I’ve fallen in love with other people’s blogs. I adore getting to know people in person, and that’s still priority, but in this busy, 21st century, techno filled world I’m going to take advantage of getting an update any way I can on friends lives. Or people I’ve never met (Joanna Gaines – call me any time).

Warning – I might be a little creepy. I’m the kind of person who will walk up to you and start talking about your blog post like its a conversation we haven’t finished yet. It catches people of guard, but I want that person to know someone read what they are putting into the world. Its not just yelling into the void.

Because in all honesty that’s what I’m struggling with right now. Finding my voice again. I knew who I was in high school, I knew who I was in college. But now that I’m an “adult” its getting a little murky. Getting married has turn a “me” into a “we”. Which is great – someone to kill the spiders and save the grasshoppers and always someone to binge watch Netflix with and I don’t even have to get out of my PJs. But now that I’m finally feeling like my new city is home, deep relationships with other women are what I’m craving. And lets be real, the girls I’m friends with are all up for watching Netflix in our PJs, too.

So I’m getting there. I have friends. I have people I can call on. I’m lucky. So. Extremely. Lucky. But one of these friends pointed out the other day that in a bible study we have on Monday nights my insecurities were showing. That was hard to hear. I wanted to believe I’d kept it cool the past couple of months with these feelings bubbling their way up, but I looked back on these community filled Monday nights – and I had to agree. I’m trying to find something or maybe.. show something.

So that’s why I’m starting another blog. Blogs are the best. I want to share with the world and my community so much about me. I want to be known. And there just isn’t time for that these days without a little help from one of my BFFs since we got a computer that could handle AOL instant messenger in the 7th grade- the internet. Between a career, an awesome supportive and kind husband, a new puppy, a house from 1927, church and all the mundane but must do things in between (I’m lookin’ at you Piles of Laundry on my Sofa)- here I am yelling into the void.

Our cozy craftsman cottage

That’s how it feels sometimes. I don’t know if other extroverts get this way.. but sometimes I look back on a night and say to myself “Dang. I talked too much.”  Occasionally, the  even harder to hear is when Joel (my husband) tells me I’ve talked too much. I’ve probably already typed too much, but I get that way when I get nervous – excited – giddy – over joyed  – thoughtless, and even thoughtful. I’m definitely a talker, but “external processor” sounds fancier doesn’t it? So here’s to external processing my heart out.

Check back in from time to time. I’ll let my architectural degree guide some DIY and home decor posts. I’ll ramble on about what’s happening here in the South. I’ll recommend blogs, podcasts and Netflix musts (Princess Bride was released on Netflix this month FYI and you’re welcome) and I’m sure to reveal something about myself in every post. Get to know me, and feel free to continue the conversation if you run into me in person.