The City Girl Within

Well, I took the plunge. I finally started a blog, and it was a long time coming. Since I work with and pore over words all day long, I thought it only appropriate that I use my words to my advantage and launch them all into cyberspace.

As I brainstormed for a title that would accurately embody my whole self and personality (as if that's even possible), I thought about how my perfectionism always kept me from starting a blog before, because I knew I would just edit it and proof it until I wouldn't even want to write anymore. So I decided to call myself a lazy perfectionist. And it was a good name too, because it took me five minutes after labeling this blog to realize that I had misspelled "perfectionist." If that doesn't scream laziness, I don't know what does.

But I'm a perfectionist with words in magazines and books, which brings me to the subject of this post. I just started two internships at some magazines in Salt Lake City (a big move from down south and the BYU bubble). I work for Utah Bride & Groom, Utah Style & Design (owned by the same company), and at LDS Living, which is in the Deseret Book Corporate offices. So this blog, in its early stages, will be dedicated to the insane/funny/freaky experiences that I'm having and I'm sure I will continue to have this summer.

I love everything about the city (so far). But I already knew that I would love being a city girl again, since I lived mostly in big cities during my mission to Madagascar and the island of Reunion in the Indian Ocean. I love that the skyline is filled with buildings—steel, brick, stone, you name it. The night lights bring me back to ocean and city views of my mission (gosh what I wouldn’t give for an ocean view right now). I like that there’s always something new to discover, and I love that feeling of mapping out places I know and then making mental maps. I love becoming knowledgeable about the neighborhoods and finding shortcuts or streets that seem to pop out of nowhere. Nothing beats the diversity of a city. Its nuances, its noises, its rhythm. This city is a life-form that has multiple personalities. Good thing I’ve got sides to my own personality that seem to fit in the different places I discover: Temple Square, the West side, City Creek, Trolley Square.

So here I am, life. Ready to take on the next challenge/chapter you’ve got to give me. I’ve worked my butt off to get here. Stinky streets? Pick pockets? Drunks? Elbowers on Trax?

Bring it on.