Post numbero uno. An introduction.
Of course, here we are – - and it’s actually my third blog entry. Naturally. Out of order, as usual.
When it comes to putting myself out there, I OVER think. Nothing is ever quite ready to publish or to show anyone. If I waited until I was “ready” or had something real to say, or the perfect photo to post, or ha, figured out the correct punctuation for this stream of consciousness, I’m pretty sure another five years would pass. The thing is, I really want some creative space online. It’s a challenge, and that’s what I’m after. I have so many ideas and I want to do so many things, but I need the PUSH. I’ve been meaning to blog since, OH MAN, a long, long time ago. I had a travel blog in 2005 when I first went on an extended trip to Sweden. heja Sverige! Probably shouldn’t call it a travel blog though considering I only made it to two entries. oh. Let’s try this again!
Publishing is good. I tend not to remember what I did yesterday, let alone when Mateo (the little boy) has a little milestone. Let’s document things!
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I’m Henna. I’m 30. I’m most comfortable being anonymous in a big city, but I love the idea of adventure far away and I dream about it often. I’m a dreamer, always have been. I’m easily inspired and there are so many things I want to learn. I’m married to Aki (his nickname) who thinks of himself as a problem solver, and I agree. He’s very tenacious, strong and practical, all qualities I admittedly lack every now and again… (Although in a fight, I’ll always win). But sheesh, let’s not begin with a fight. We’re happy. No, not every second, but we’re happy where it counts.
Aki and I grew up in such different settings. He’s from the coast of Croatia. His hometown, Split is 2,000 years old, built around an old Roman palace, lined with palm trees and an hour speed boat away from islands. Sounds nice, right? It’s a lovely place to visit. We live in Chicago, my hometown, where yes, it gets very cold. It’s winter as I’m typing this. Funny though, I have always felt lucky being from Chicago because I can live anywhere (interesting, that is) and I won’t bat an eye at the weather. I also love that we get to wear a full wardrobe, from summer dresses and skimpy sandals to leather boots, scarves, hats and wool coats. Chicago closets are happy.
I’m mama to Mateo, a seriously handsome chubber. That’s a word in our house. He’s a year + 1/2 old and very, very loud. And funny. And cute. So loud. One of the biggest surprises about becoming a mother was that I didn’t change at all. I’m sure I have changed, but I feel exactly me. Maybe it would have been nice, or at least interesting if I magically matured, but there was no magic, and I’ll probably always be “growing up.” I do wear more prints now as a mother, (as in printed patterned clothing), but that’s not really the change people talk about, ha. But for real, as a sidenote: prints are very flattering during pregnancy and very stylish camouflage of the mess that comes with feeding a baby. Take note! Why am I talking about prints?
Okay, I just thought of something; a little change. Whenever an opportunity to make a wish presents, it’ll always be for Mateo first. That’s something. Look at this, online journaling in action!
Alright, so let’s declare things STARTED around here.
Until next time…