Happy Birthday Blog! Five years of blogging.

Happy Birthday Blog!

Five years of blogging.

Five years ago today I posted my first blog entry.

Happy Birthday Blog!

So much has changed since my first confused post. I switched blogging platforms. I went through a redesign. I got a passport. I went to Europe. I went to Europe again. I hooked up with two Canadians. I traveled the country. I drove to Alaska. I became a superfan of competitive eating. I quit my job. I found a new job. I saw free opera. I bought a DSLR. I bought a better DSLR. I watched my friends get married. I met my nephew. I got a masters degree. I moved. I lost someone I love. I shot two weddings. I rekindled. I dyed my hair 13 colors. I stopped dying my hair. I did a keg stand on a moving bus.

I didn’t necessarily start out with the intention of blogging my every move and my every meal. But it is what it is. My neurosis in digital form.

I kind of do everything they tell you you’re not supposed to do. I post erratically. I have no focus. I really just talk about myself. I write mostly for myself.

I can be funny, I can be whiny, I can be depressed and crazy. I can be awesome. I can be boring.

I use the word awesome to describe everything.

I post pretty photos and sometimes not so pretty photos and photos of my food in bad light because I usually only cook after the sun has gone down.

And sometimes I share way too much.

And sometimes I’m cryptic.

So thank you to those who read my blog or who just look at the pictures or who stop by every once in a while to see what I’m up to or who click a link and never come back.

I’ve been blogging my life for five years and, as I prepare for the next five, I can only promise you much of the same: sometimes awesome, sometimes boring, sometimes funny or whiny or depressed, and sometimes crazy.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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