It feels empty here, a little lonely too. Like a brand new, vacant house. It needs
to be carpeted first and most certainly it needs some pieces of furniture,
before I can even begin to invite you over.
It is so quite here, I can here my own echo-o-o.
Alright
then. Awkward silence.... This is where you ask me a question, to break the ice.
Anything.
Why
another blog? Aren’t there already 112.8 million bloggers out there?
Yes,
thank you for pointing out the needlessness of my newest endeavor. That number doesn't
even include the roughly 72 million Chinese blogs floating around.
But
technically speaking, I’m not the newest kid on the blog. When I moved from Amsterdam to the United States, I was home sick.
Terribly home sick. We’re talking the spring of 2002. Most of my evenings I was
crying sending emails to friends and family in Holland. Many different emails, but all with
the same stories and the same pictures. Until one morning I came across this
hype called blogging. How brilliant. Now family and friends could keep up with
my new life, in one consolidate
d cyber place. What a joy for an extrovert like
me. Look at me everybody, look at me!
I
called my blog “whazzup”. What was I thinking?
Don’t
ask me why, but people seemed to actually like reading about the apple pies I
baked out of utter boredom, or yet another post about yet another beach walk
(because that’s pretty much all you can do here in winter). I was happy
blogging.
Until the summer of 2007, when I lost my so wanted baby at 23 weeks gestation.
I was
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