See, several key things happened that are currently contributing to a newfound need to spill my guts to all of the interweb. I will provide them now in what is sure to be the first of many lists to come (ask anyone—I’m a sucker for the numbering):
1. I’m moving to London. Yep, it’s true. I’m ditching the colonies and returning to the motherland, gently used British passport in tow (thanks, Dad). Officially, I decided to do this on a highway between Dallas and Austin over Christmas 2007. Unofficially, my decision was made five months earlier at a table for eight at Pazo in Baltimore City. In truth, I had my mental bags packed back in March 2007 all due to two ultimately very persuasive e-mails.
But that’s a story for another time. The move date is swiftly approaching, and suddenly I find myself (almost) packed, (almost) homeless, and only a week and three days from my one-way flight to Heathrow. Crazy times.
2. My friends and family will miss me. This, of course, is the tragedy of the otherwise exciting move. What kind of amazing people do this, for example:
Very amazing, I tell ya. I’m a lucky girl. And for some reason, these same people aren’t content with simply feeding me cake and bidding me Cheerio. So as a way to keep them posted on my activities abroad, I have decided to at least attempt to be entertaining. No promises, though. (Currently, the most interesting thing going on in my daily life is the oddball personality of the guy at the FedEx store and the never-ending saga of installing a closet door before I can rent my house. It’s thrilling, people. Thrilling.)
3. I’m 30. In fact, today is the one-month anniversary of my 30th birthday. Because my 20s, though delightful, went by in a blur of late nights, failed relationships and ultimately, juicy life lessons, I thought this decade around, I might like to document some of this stuff for posterity. So, when my grandchildren’s children are bored waiting for their spaceships to land or whatever, they can read this and think, “wow, in great-grandma’s time, people were limited by reproductive years and wrinkles. Suckers.”
4. And most importantly, I plan on seeing a lot of celebrities. A LOT of celebrities. I will need this space to document the when and the where. I have wasted way too many years of my life in a celeb-less city (John Waters doesn’t count). The world can no longer deny me brushes with fame.
So, as you can see, it’s do or die time with the blog, which I will affectionately refer to as, “The OckleShow.” Stay tuned. You (probably) won’t regret it.
