blog, blogging, to blog, blogosphere

I was apprehensive. Well no, present tense, I am apprehensive about blogging more than I am about leaving for Morocco. Communicating virtually is something which I question the sincerity of. I would rather hold your hand and talk to you, looking into your eyes, or the space between your chin and shoulder blade.

Words seem to take on further characteristics once spoken orally. There is an ephemeral nature which places an immediacy and importance to the words. They are gone and you can only grasp on to a few quick phrases if you are attentive, some which you can hold onto long enough if they ingrain themselves.

What happens to things once you put them on the Internet? Is it preserved for cultures to view in generations to come after being filed in wherever things are filed, to better be searched for in the future by newly developed search engines? The soundness of this question is irrelevant for the time being, I am doing this to keep in touch with my loved and to be loves.

With all the above placed in a box to the side, I shall venture into the blogosphere and begin another journey blogging about my jaunt on Moroccan soil with the Peace Corps. For my close and dear, I wish this new tool will aid in experiencing with you that which I wish I could be doing with you by my side. For future, former or ambiguous participants in that which is the Peace Corps, I hope I can do justice in providing an unprocessed voice of a 22 year old female from New England participating in a two year small business project in Morocco, doing what I hope to be assistance to local artisans and craft persons alike.