East Avenue

So I guess this is the first post. Kind of weird, like saying hi, but not really knowing who to. Maybe someone. Maybe my future self.

Hi, I guess.

This is my little corner of the internet now. I mean, I have Tumblr (which I love, obviously), but that’s more like a mood board of my brain, and this is… something else. Will there always be something else? Now thinking back to MySpace like two years ago already feels nostalgic. Coding our own sites and the automatic songs playing. It felt like that was it forever. And then it wasn’t. And now, what is this? I don’t know yet. But I always like the idea of having a space where I can just put things down, where I can write things that aren’t for school or anyone else. My brother helped me set up this domain, which felt very professional there for a second. I have named it East Avenue because I’ve always loved the word avenue. It sounds poetic. Like a destination, but one I don’t know if I’m already in or if I’m heading toward. And east because the sun rises there. I liked that. Feels hopeful.

I wonder if I’ll keep writing here. Will this domain even exist in the future? Will I look back one day and think, oh wow, this was the start of something? Or will it just become another thing that existed for a while and then disappeared? I don’t know. I hope I keep writing, though. I really do.

Right now, I’m about to start my last two years of high school, which sounds weird when I say it like that, because that makes it feel big, but really, I’m just taking it day by day. I failed biology, which, honestly, is not shocking. My brain is just not wired for science. But I really liked English last year. Mr. Thornhill’s class made me feel like maybe words were my thing, like I could actually do something with them. I appreciate science in my own way, I guess. Just… not in a test or exam format.

It’s raining outside right now, which I love. It makes everything feel softer, like the whole world is a little more dreamlike. I kind of daydream all day long anyway—at school, on the walk there, on the walk home. Sometimes I think I live more in my head than I do in real life. Maybe that’s another reason why this blog feels right.

Anyway, I’ll end it here. There’s still time to write a lot more.