Er, come again?

Sometimes crazy ideas come in handy...

Blame it all on geography! I started this blog when I was still living in what is best described as self-contained exile on a small lump of turf in the middle of the Atlantic. 

These days, I still technically live out of a suitcase called home.

Although I was deeply integrated in local life on the island, I remained largely isolated, like some lone bubble of foreign yearning for communication, conversation, culture, wider horizons.

At one point, I did seriously worry my sense of humor might atrophy to the size of a raisin - and my heart with it - if I retreated even further into my own head.

The antidote to all those pesky concerns was a toss between writing more bad poetry in Islandish or unleashing The Ideal Wife Giveaway onto the unsuspecting. (I like to think the lesser of two evils won, although I still occasionally scribble in Islandish).

When it started, the blog was a way of saying out loud that I'm not ready to bulk adopt cats, start wearing wide floppy hats and officially declare myself a spinster. For a while, I was a modern day mermaid with a modem, using my wonky prose to enchant kind-hearted male readers and eventually create a mutual appreciation society of two.

Last summer, I went back to being a nomad again and became alternatively transatlantic and multi-continental.

Then Someone - who came as a package complete with feline life partner - found me. Our happy-ever-after is currently in the making.

These days, the blog is about finding daily wonderment in everything and being frequently overwhelmed.