Well, gotta start somewhere

This is not my first blog.

I used to write in a Hebrew network of blogs and forums up untill half a year ago. At some point I was a very familiar character there, I knew people even though I never actually met them, some of them I got to know after leaving Israel and moving to Canada. When I came back to Israel for a vacation, I met a couple of people I only knew online.

So you might say I got a bit of experiece, not that it matters too much. That old Hebrew blog was a place to experiment with my writings, and a place to get attention and compliments. I am a very needy individual.

I intended to write about something else, but this whole blog issue is taking over, so Waltz with Bashir will have to wait for the next post.

Where was I?

Blogs.

The old blog was a connection to my home country. It was the only place, other than chats, where everything was in my first language - Hebrew. It was a place where I could bitch about my experiences in Canada or glorify my actions or tell amazing tales about my life abroad, and people came and read and responded from the other side of the globe, from a country very different than Canada, where I have lived for more than a year and a half.

That blog was, among other things, a result of lonliness. I was an Art History student at Carleton U, Ottawa, didn't know anyone, and had very few friends who lived far from me. That blog started before I left Israel so several people in the network knew me, enough to get me writing on a regular basis.

The school year ended, the summer passed, and I returned to Carleton to start the Architecture program, the reason I came to Canada in the first place. I had more friends and kept meeting new ones. New posts in my old blog became less and less frequent as I became busier and busier with school, my job at the campus safety, and a magazine I'm running as an extra curricular project. By the Winter semester I abandoned the blog completely. I wouldn't go as far as saying I didn't need it at all - simply needed the other things in my life more.

But the need to describe how I feel about all kinds of things, the need to post short stories, the need to make people laugh is still there.

And now I've got some time on my hands, so I'm going to try again, this time in the language spoken in the place I live and not the one I used to live. I hope it'll work out just as well.

Hope it'll work out.