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So, the title pretty much explains why I have taken to a blog. Well, and, I’m moving to New Zealand.
Anyway, I’ve never been much of a writer. You may say “Zach, I know you and you went to college and earned a Journalism degree and have thus far worked strictly as a writer.” That’s factually accurate. I’ll give you that.
HOWEVER. I’ve always hated my writing. It’s usually too self-conscious. I hate that. Those you who know me know I’m uncouth. That’s my style. But for some reason, when my thoughts transfer from the lit-up brain pathways to my fingertips, I get insecure. Mostly because I long to sound smart. Now, when you write and it goes to record (especially in newsprint), you can’t go back and qualify things and give them context. It’s a one-shot deal. Thinking is abstract. Blogging is far more abstract than newswriting. It’s time for me to communicate this way.
NOW, to the title. For most of my life I’ve had a pretty limited circle of people serving as an intellectual outlet. (I.E., girlfriend/friends). I had much comfort in communicating my inner-most thoughts within this small circle. As I have aged, I have essentially lost/matured/shed these outlets. So yes, this will probably be a coming of age story. Puke.
I want you to be along side me as I find myself as an adult in New Zealand. I knew who I was as a young adult. I knew who I belonged to. I could measure how much I believed in God. I was sure of the sex I had. What lays on the otherside of this plane ride will redefine all these things. HOPEFULLY, MOSTLY, THE LATTER.
ANYWAY, I apologize for this being hoky and hasty. I’m leaving in six hours for Dunedin, N.Z. I promise this will be better.
And for the second part of this title:
What I’m hoping is that this blog can serve three purposes.
1. Keep an accounting of my comings and goings for my friends and family.
2. Create a transcript of the many thoughts I have on life, love, friendships, sorrow and guacamole.
3. If it’s good, transform it into a Bill Bryson-style rip-off travel essay and get this shit published.
Here’s some multimedia satisfaction:
