Here lies my blog. It now exists, and I wonder what I should write... It's difficult, to put thoughts on paper (or in this case, on a website that I've randomly created on the internet for everyone to see... a public diary - now there's an oxymoron), but I find myself lying awake thinking, so why not jot it down?

I feel like, perhaps, this will be my way of communicating with the world whilst I'm far away from the one I know. Perhaps, this will become a record of my travels, a constant update to friends and family. Perhaps... but it will probably be just another outlet for talking shit. If I ever bother to update it!

ANYWAY - I come to the reason I started this post in the first place: anxiety. I will admit, this whole "going to Thailand" thing has me scared. To use a worn out and cheesy metaphor (yes, I'm doing it), I feel like a little worm that has just begun to emerge from his nice warm little chrysalis into the rude, cold, wide open world, and, damn, it's intimidating! Now here comes the real cheese: With metamorphosis comes new responsibility. Change can age and harden us, but it also offers new opportunities. Although we lose our security when we crawl from our cocoon, one must remember to relish the power of flight. So, Thailand - bring it on!