I've been thinking about blogging a lot lately. Well, writing, rather. I used to write a lot. It was therapeutic and life giving for me. It helped me to be in a constant state of process where I was not just taking in life but searching for and digging for meaning. It kept me grounded and real, for lack of better word. I have been starting to write more lately and have several little bits I'm working on. In the process of digging out my blog from the depths of the internet, I found this jewel that I wrote years ago. Yes, that's right... years ago. I thought it was beautiful and worth sharing. So, in an attempt to revive this way of sharing my thoughts and processing... Here is an ode to my younger (and probably wiser) self: Welcome to The Chronicles of a Confused Citizen. Here I am, residing in the country I was born in, living the life I knew from my birth to year 22. It doesn't quite feel right, though. Recently, as I found myself living in Mongolia, I s...