My Nook Book

Well, I've never been good at keeping a journal/diary, but I've always wanted to keep one. I am a writer, so journaling should be natural...

When I was living in my childhood home, I would hide away in my laundry closet. It was a warm and cozy, private nook. It felt like a secret getaway and closing that door was like being in another dimension outside of space and time. I would climb on top of the dryer, cuddle it like a cat, and have a private space to have deep, introspective thoughts, or cry, or have a moment of peace. It was therapeutic for so many reasons.

Now, I'm no longer living in my childhood home, but I make sure I find my little nook to hide away. It's just a special place for me to be alone with my thoughts, an escape.

I can be introspective almost anywhere, but my nook has become an essential part of my life. I still think about that specific laundry closet (obviously). I get excited about finding a good nook, a private spot. I guess, I've been doing that all my life... whether it was at my summer camp, or a big party, finding a private, quiet hideaway, was gold. I just wanted a place where no one could find me. Yeah, I'm an introvert, no doubt about that.

So, that's what this blog is going to be. My Nook Book will be a place I write down all of my introspective thoughts, my therapy, the good and bad, my memories and nostalgia, my hopes and dreams, my place to vent.

This can get embarrassing and brutal and corny real fast, but I'm gonna try to keep up with it because a writer like me needs an outlet. All these thoughts can't stay locked in my head forever and my husband can only take so much... well, he could probably handle all of it, he's amazing, but he shouldn't have to. So bear with me while we go on this journey together.

-Erica

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