Hello, and welcome to my corner of the internet!

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while– a few weeks, actually, but here’s the thing about me: I’m a perfectionist, and I always manage to put off tasks until I’m sure I can do them right. Which is nonsense, isn’t it? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past month, it’s that perfectionism can be your worst enemy (and that the air fryer is one of humankind’s greatest inventions, but that’s a story for another time). So here I am, writing my first blog post. But let me back up a bit. 

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Keke. I’m eighteen years old, I like to travel and read and binge-watch Forensic Files, not necessarily in that order. But most of all, I love to write. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved telling stories. Before I could read, I told them aloud, mostly nonsensical stories about dinosaurs, vaguely inspired by The Land Before Time. And later, when I finally put pen to paper for the first time, I fell in love. With words, with stories, with fictional worlds I could explore for as long as I wanted. And since that moment, I’ve never looked back.

But for some reason, writing about myself is harder. Maybe it’s because I’ve convinced myself I have nothing to say, that I’m not interesting enough, that no one even cares, anyway. Or maybe it’s the personal aspect of it, revealing my thoughts and dreams to others. It’s always felt uncomfortable, if not utterly paralyzing, for me. 

But there’s something comforting about the blanket of anonymity the internet offers, and besides, I do have something to say. Well, I do now, anyway. 

One month ago, I packed up all my things and moved to Paris to study. All of a sudden, my life changed completely, and it got me thinking of my little forgotten dream of starting a blog. Not just because I had something to write about, but because time seemed to fly by, and as a somewhat camera shy individual, I hadn’t really documented much. 

So here I am, telling a story once again. It’s a story about an introvert who has no idea what she’s doing and who is severely behind on her laundry, but it’s my story. And I’m so glad you’re here to listen.