Sunday, October 17, 2010
I have not posted anything since the first week I arrived in Washington DC. That was about seven months ago. Not that anyone follows this blog or gives a shit.
I had originally started this blog out of fear. I was so afraid that I would be lost, lonely, and hopeless after I left my friends, my family, and my home in California. But the truth is, I underestimated myself. I have made many new, wonderful friends, I have grown to love my cozy Arlington apartment, city life, and my balcony herb garden. I made it through a humid summer, rallies of "Tea-Partiers", the metro at three o'clock in the morning, cab drivers who speed past you in freak thunderstorms, angry office executives who don't appreciate your pathetic attempts to please them, and even fist fights between two psychos on a metrobus. And I can honestly say that I love it here.
I must admit I can be a bit of a hermit on the weekends. I love to socialize and go out every now and then, but believe I am an introvert at heart. Personality tests will second that - the technical classification is an ISFJ.
During these weekends alone in my apartment in Arlington, I find refuge in cooking. I cook elaborate and sometimes exotic meals, I experiment with new cooking methods, and I explore interesting new spices. I have found something that I truly love doing.
I have transformed since I moved away from my home. I have realized that I am much more strong and independent then I thought and that I control my own well-being and happiness.
These realizations led to another realization- the blog that I created out of fear should become the blog to document my new-found love... cooking.