I've wanted to start this blogging stuff up again. Often. Every now and then I would sit down after dinner and my fingers will feel the need to type, to get my thoughts out, to make sense of life. I missed having a place to put my words.
I mostly miss writing. I miss being able to read back and remember exactly how I was feeling on a particular day or in a particular moment. I miss feeling that sense of accomplishment when I was able to click publish after typing and
I am Janeen. I am twenty three. When I was about fifteen, I sort of became Jane. I introduce myself as Janeen, I sign my name as Janeen, my drivers license says Janeen, but I feel like Jane.
I married my sweetheart Cody just over a year ago. We had a winter wedding. We moved from the tiny town life to the big city, into a tiny basement suite together, where we have our TV, our sectional, and our fridge. I work, and he goes to school. I guess this is what they call the time in life where we are newlyweds.