…But I’m going to start this the way many of us do: “I’m really not a blogger”. One of my weaknesses are beautiful well crafted notebooks and I used to buy them with a hope to start a diary someday. I would usually make an attempt but will never make it into a steady habit. I bet most of these notebooks are still at my parent’s house. And all of the first pages of these notebooks are pretty much about me not being a diary person but hoping to become one. I like deleting: memories, photos, messages, emails…I like the fact that i’ve burned all the postcards I have recieved back in high school, don’t take me wrong: they did make me happy back in times, but I don’t need these physical reminders. And that is why I have a little hope to actually not freak out about blogging, after all, It’s not going to take any space in my room, it won’t annoy me by taking up some valuable space in the apartment. I’ll give it a try: i’ve got nothing to lose, right?