The First One


I'm not one of those people who move often. I wasn't a military brat, pulled around the country, picking up accents and leaving a trail of socks or... whatever else one would trail (bread crumbs?). But a year and a half ago I moved from the suburbs of Chicago to Oklahoma City. And let me tell you what: Oklahoma is one windy state. And yes, I am from the Windy City. But it wasn't only named The WC (no, not water closet) because of the wind. Google it if you're interested; I don't feel like typing it all out.

Anyhoo, if you would have told me two years ago that I would be living, working, eating, or even talking about doing any of those things in Oklahoma, I would not have believed you. Yet here I am. Yeah, that's me... the girl with her hair in a billion knots. Thanks, wind.

So that's the reason for my blog title choice. Because this is me, breathing.

Chicago, the Windy City, will always be where I'm from. But Oklahoma, the Windy State (I didn't say I was clever), is where I am. I have friends and a job and an apartment, and I sort of can drive around without getting lost. Sort of. I can count on more than one hand the number of times I've been crying on the phone to my dad while he looks up directions for me on his gps while I sit in an empty parking lot just off the road. But that's neither here nor there. I have my own Garmin now, so *cross your fingers* that problem has been solved.

And so I breathe.
Anonymous said...

For some reason I really wanted to see the first post you ever did. It's so cute. There is a windy season of about 4-5 weeks here and I hate it. I have to sweep our wooden floors every single day. But I can't really complain too much. I have never been to Chicago.... I can't even imagine it! (ps, have I stalked you enough today? Maybe not)