Welcome friends, family, those who have followed my blog about my time in Botswana, and complete strangers who’ve stumbled upon me by some wrinkle in the interweb.
As I’m no longer in Botswana, I felt that perhaps I should move on, or move addresses at least, both to avoid confusion and to continue to write without the active oversight of the US gov’t (yup, they monitored our blogs.) So here we are at one.here.her.story.
WTF does the title mean, you ask? I’m not entirely sure, it just sortof came to me in a dream or a journal entry, strange punctuation and all. I found through writing jennyinbotswana that I really enjoy writing, the act of making sense through what I was living and witnessing through words and photos thrown a bit haphazardly into the interweb.
In Botswana, I happened to be writing about a (sortof) unique experience which also helped me keep in touch with those back home. Now that I’m done with the PC, I’ve found myself feeling a little lonesome for blogging. I still have thoughts and experiences that compose themselves into running blog entries in my head as I experience them, and writing and posting the stories I encounter often helps me put the whole thing to bed.
So for lack of a more interesting topic, I've decided to keep writing about my life.
I’m about to make another big transition, one that many people have commented is "brave" or "ballsy" (more on this in a later entry). I’ve decided to move (rather blindly) to Washington DC. I've been there once, when I was volunteering with the Red Cross on Hurricane Katrina relief. I don't have a real structure set up for doing this, and mainly plan on depending on my belief in the good in people, relying on the kindness of strangers and my own force of will that this choice will be the right one. The only goal is to create a fulfilling life for myself, and use the next span of undetermined time to jump off into whatever adventure is next.
So it is with this in mind that I begin again on the admittedly self indulgent practice of writing about my life as though it matters to such an extent that I should publicly post about it. Perhaps it will serve only as an eventual running journal of my life and events of this time. Perhaps I will come across and write about something that will inspire someone, perhaps I will gain inspiration. Perhaps it will help my family and the friends I have come to know in different parts of the world cyberstalk me. Who knows.
Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.
We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves.
The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.
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