I have resigned myself to the fact that nothing I can write will be the profound first sentence I would love to have begin my journal.

I am sitting in my sister's apartment on March 28th at 11:44pm... approximately one month prior to my move to Japan. I have never written in a journal before, and to be quite honest, I am a bit anxious. I am overwhelmed with curiosity about who you are...? Have we met? Where do you live? What year is it? Why are you here?

I have so many questions, and even more emotions. I am concerened. Am I interesting? Will you find my inability to spell charming or annoying? Will I embarrass myself? Will I embarrass my sister and her boyfriend who created this site for me? Will they never understand how appreciative I am?

I am humbled. Do I deserve such a conduit for reaching people? I wonder sometimes if I should even be allowed to use the phone.

I am confused. Why do I take myself so seriously? And doesn't it sound like I am talking to myself? Is it normal to be so intraspective (is that even a word?)?

Humbled, yes. Nervous, yes. Looking for cataylist to propel me into something other than questions and circular thought, yes.

I have an idea...(see next entry)