Sharing life

I've been missing friends and family. Living in a different country, I don't share my life with the people I grew up with, the ones who knew me once upon a time.

All of my interactions here have a double weakness. One: the other person is still getting to know me, nothing is a given. There is less space to be me, because my eccentric spasms are interpreted as my essence, and not frustrated outbursts. Two: there is an unspoken cultural barrier between me and the others. Anything I do that is different than them is interpreted as my culture, and not who I am. So actually, they don't accept my eccentricities as a part of me, but as a part of my culture.

So, I am starting a blog. As I wrote to a couple of people I'd like to get in touch with again,

"It's been so long since we've seen each other. I hate that I am so bad at keeping in touch. It's hard writing the same things to all kinds of people. We don't share our lives with the people we care for and who have been around for years, and it's not really the same writing it down or telling life over the phone. But if you don't, it's like you lose touch, and new friends (and family) aren't quite the same.

One could blog..."

So I enter the world of blogging. God knows if this will ever become anything more than this one little declaration to the world.