The Completely Un-Anticipated Return

So I started this blog out about 4 years ago. Made one post and then walked away.  Over-sharing wasn't totally in my blood at that point and I wasn't at all sure what to make of the blogosphere.  Now, many years later, I think it's safe to come out.  The rush of blogs have been posted and consumed.  We've learned about sleep talking hubbies and opinionated house wives.  How to plan a wedding on a shoe string and so many tips about travel that I wonder if ANYONE works anymore.

All to say, I'm pretty sure I can satisfy my passion for the written word without causing too much attention.

Since my first post a lot has happened.  Changed jobs, twice.  Started a graduate program (just once on that one, slava bogo).  Got a puppy.  Got engaged. Moved apartments (twice on that one too, it seems I have a thing for twos).  Funny, but I can say that even with all of that I still feel as undecided as 25 year old Teresa did when she started this whole thing.  Just a little older and strangely much more concerned about my fertility...

I'd like to say that this first post came at some fascinating prompting, you see it comes down to this: I heard this clip on NPR this morning about a busy man, his life was spinning out of control in so many ways.  After a long time he sat down and expressed his woes through the piano.  I can't play the piano - never had the patience.  I tried making up a song after I heard this, but I ended up sounding a lot like Zoe Deschanel at her silliest, just stringing words together.  I can't say that my life is in shambles, but what helps me sort it all out is writing. 

I should say that I did try losing myself to romance novels first, but I just didn't find them to be fulfilling (boy meets virgin girl, boy falls in love, they can't be together, but then they are "together", and then she figures out a way to make it work - usually after someone tries to kill her).

If this outlet persists and anyone decides to read, I promise to be wittier.  I'll try to bring in interesting topics from my day and find clever ways to cloud any resemblance to real people and places.  If you are extremely lucky I'll upload a picture of my dog and change this whole blog around to some absurdly common form of puppy worship.

For now, I think I can go back to studying Environmental Health for my masters program at University of California, Broccoli (See what I did there?  Consider that teaser whit, to wet your appetite).

Key takeaways: As you may see, my love for NPR has not subsided.

An addict is born...

I thought I'd try my hand at a little blogging. Not because I think there is any sort of shortage of people spouting their thoughts and opinions as though everyone in the world had an undivided interest in reading their personal diary, but more to see/understand the appeal.

So I decided to blog about what has moved past being a source of news and into an obsession - NPR! Call me a nerd, call me what you want, but since I started work at KCLU my sophomore year in college I have been totally and utterly addicted to NPR.

I gave it up for a brief time when I joined the Peace Corps, at which point I diverted my attentions to any news I could receive in English (I will be forever thankful to a shortwave radio and BBC!), but now that I'm back in America I've hooked myself back into This American Life, like a post surgical patient to an IV, allowing the life to drip back into my veins.

I'll leave this as my intro and get started with the actual beef of this blog-to-be tomorrow. For now I send this into the abyss.