According to Wikipedia, a blog is “(a blend of the term web log) is a type of website or part of a website…Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries.
A blog as an online diary intrigues me most since I often wonder “why would someone want to read entries by an everyday, ordinary person?” So, when I created this blog a year ago I felt like it needed to provide something educational or a specific topic which would benefit readers, thus, my focus on photography. Plus, I needed a blog to participate in online photography contests, like I Heart Faces. But, those entries actually take a bit of work, sometimes preventing me from actually posting anything at all.
I’ve decided to occasionally just post random thoughts with no intent to be organized or educational or interesting. I’m just writing for me. It’s an experiment and I can’t wait to see what happens. I created a new category called “random thoughts” and here is my first random post:
February 10, 2011 – 5:41pm (Chile time) – Santiago, Chile
Almost a month ago we arrived to summer in Santiago, Chile leaving behind cold, rainy, gray Port Angeles, WA. I’ve welcomed this climate requiring only a summer wardrobe, flip flops, sunglasses, sunblock, and a wide brimmed hat. But, today it rained unexpectedly here in Santiago and I’m appreciating the break from the stifling heat. I felt more at home as I breathed in the extra humidity in the air and felt it hydrate my skin and hair.
Living here in a high rise on the 16th floor with people, cars, and buses zooming below, I miss my bard owl hooting outside our bedroom window and just the silence of our evergreen forested backyard. I love Port Angeles’ small town quaintness and familial support but, the long,dark winters are a bitch. Here in Santiago I also have access to amazing yoga and dance classes, which are missing for me in Port Angeles.
I often wonder if I will ever find my utopia or if it even exists. I live close to my parents, the grandparents of my daughter. That alone makes it almost impossible for me to leave PA. My husband tells me my utopia is in Mill Valley, CA, which is likely out of our price range. And, really, what I know of it, it’s probably much to yuppie for my liking.
I think the challenge is that I just have a restless nature and actually staying in one place for a long time is not within my comfort zone; maybe due to my personality or a result of living a childhood as a military brat forcing us to move every 3 years. I like adventure and there seems to be no cure for my travel bug. Is utopia a physical place or a state of mind? Whatever it is, I haven’t found it yet.
My utopia: climate: average 70-80s, short (or no?) winters, fresh, clean air; “sinus-friendly” (eg. not super dry or humid, low allergens); really good classes in yoga, latin and hip hop dancing; mountains, water; hiking, kayaking; small town, not overly dependent on a car (easy walking/bike paths/public transportation), affordable (eg. home) allowing me to still be a stay at home mom, good location for hubby’s work (eg. short commute, easy access to international flights), good schools and activities for Nora (gymnastics, dancing, soccer, swimming), a community of families and friends that i would like (that’s not asking for much, huh? LOL), organic farmers market, close to spiritual center (like SRF), politically moderate, environmentally conscious, ethnically diverse, economically diverse (eg. not a primarily wealthy population), and easily accessible to family and friends.
Lastly, I of course have the challenge that even if I really did learn of some “perfect” town I need to consider the needs of my husband and daughter. In the end, I just want to feel content whereever I am. It’s a goal I’m working on. Sometimes I think if I just appreciated exactly where I live and what a wonderful life I have I’ll realize I already am living in my utopia. Sure, the words sound good and it would be very zen of me to feel that way but, the truth is I’m just not there yet…