January 9th 2017, I checked out of the “blogosphere,” and I went rogue. I decided to part with The Odyssey Online, a blogging platform I was writing for at the time. The operative phrase here being, of course, at the time.
At the time, it was a good fit.
At the time, I was a college student.
At the time, I was able to create content that I thought my peers, specifically those in my surroundings, could easily associate with.
Times have, however, changed, and this change has brought a new perspective.
Oh, and new surroundings.
I moved back from the big city of Milledgeville and settled back into the small town of Cochran. A little more on this later.
About a year and a half ago, I knew I wanted to start back blogging, but I lacked two things: time and a medium to record my thoughts on. One of these barriers, however, has been knocked down.
It isn’t the one that rhymes with crime- as in, it is a crime that someone hasn’t yet realized I am half delirious from lack of sleep.
I know this question will keep you awake at night, so this blog post is to answer that pestering question: What the heck are you even writing about?
Subjects on this blog, basically, will be about where I’m from and the daily experiences that are tied to this place. I want to explore what it means to be from a small, rural town in America, and cover those things that matter most to us as a people- religion, culture, and self-discovery.
I have long held the belief that Southerners are the most quirky (lovable, yes, but quirky nonetheless) folk around. At the end of the day, life just looks differently from our perspective. And I see no one really reaching out to give us a “put her there” or an “atta boy” for our ridiculousness.
At the end of the day, there are so many places where our lives intersect, and I crave reading pieces that make me laugh, sweat just a tish around the eyes, and really think about the world that we communally experience every day.
I’m interested to delve into both those areas of kindred experience and even those places where we diverge into a myriad of directions.
I hope you’re ready, folks. It’s going to be a hoot and a half.