Hi? My name is...

Well, I have been thinking for a few days now about how I would introduce myself, how I would start this blog. What I should say, or show, or reveal about me. After all, is not blogging the process of revealing things about yourself?

Actually, I came to the conclusion that I viewed blogging rather as the experiment of sharing.

I will reveal one thing nonetheless. I moved to a new town this month of October, a large town. A town with its chimneys and roofs as far as the eye can see, its red tiles and underground transportation. And I guess amid all this noise and colours, this newness (what can I say?) I may feel somehow a bit lonely. I made friends I can meet for coffee, or study with, and home is a safe and warm place. But I guess it is in my life and town that I am not feeling quite at home for the moment (can you hear the hints of hope?). So, I started reading blogs. This was a new experience for me. It put smiles on my face, it provoked my interest, forced my inspiration, and sometimes it did cause some envy I must confess.

I have been writing for as long as I can remember, although the supports varied. I have written diaries, started various novels and short stories, countless e-mails, and letters of course. By the way, I think it is really too bad that people do not write letters anymore. Anyway, every time, I was writing to somebody I knew, be it family, friends, or even people I had just met. And I think it would be interesting to write to people I do not know at all.

So I write to you.