Unremarkably Remarkable: Thoughts and Musings from Just Another Small-town Girl Living in the Big City
New Year’s Resolution No.1: Finally get around to creating that blog I have been meaning to get around to creating since Bush was President – which I suppose was not a very long time ago in the grand scheme of things, but seems like eons ago to me, a junior at Barnard College when thinking of my wide-eyed freshman self. I repeatedly have been shown that writing a blog is the best way to practice my writing, share thoughts, and publicly muse about everything from college life to my favorite books to that icky New York open-sewer smell. Well here we are, and I, in my futile pursuit of perfection, cannot decide where to start. Perhaps, to begin with, a little background on myself is in order.
Much of the tangled web in my mind of story ideas and writing concepts, just waiting to be committed to paper, have been influenced by my small-town-girl-in-the-big-city perspective, which incidentally influenced the title of this blog. I hale from a speck of a town called Pleasant Hill, Oregon in the countryside just East of Eugene – which is barely more than a speck itself compared to New York City. Growing up in Pleasant Hill was pleasant enough – though I would say tolerable with a few redeeming features is a more accurate description, but you can’t name a town Tolerable-With-a-Few-Redeeming-Features Hill. That would not look good on the side of the football stands at the high school, nor on the sign above the feed store, and would be entirely too long to print on any map. The name itself would cover the entire expanse of the town.
So I suppose that will be the main angle of this blog – the adventures of a country Oregon girl in the big city, and quite the adventure it has been. I certainly had no idea what I was getting into when I shipped myself off to New York City, having only briefly visited New York once before. Brusque and angry New Yorkers? Fashionably-late New York tardiness? Insane, Evil Knievel cab drivers? Those are just stereotypes, I had thought just two and a half years ago in my starry-eyed ignorance. And if that was not enough, here I am shipping myself off again in April 2011, this time to Munich, Germany with nothing but a rudimentary understanding of the German language and some (hopefully) more realistic expectations. So in the meantime I must find something to do with myself – which will hopefully include something along the lines of an internship that has to do with my English major – the finding of which will be quite the adventure in itself. And of course, now that I have begun this blog, I will of course devote some time to sharing my unremarkably remarkable thoughts and musings.
