I just updated my MacBook with Mojave and set my system to the cool black color I’ve always wanted. I have my mug next to my computer, 3/4 full with lychee-flavored Calpico. Nobody else is in this public study room. Great.
I typed “T-u-m-b-l-r” in my Google search bar, and clicked on the first link that showed up. I entered my email, my password, and a user name that looked kinda cool. When I disabled all the newbie guides on my front page and clicked on the little pen icon on the top right corner, I hesitated.
I was excited to write this whole morning. I was thinking about one of my teachers’ advice to start a blog when I was dressing, and I was thinking about what I can write about my 17-years-long life when I was walking back from lunch.
I entered the title: “To All the People I Loved Before”, a potential story for all my secret crushes. Then I stopped. Something is wrong. Not about my potential masterpiece, but about where I am. I had my back to the water machine and the door. People could see what I’m writing if they walk into the room. Not safe. I need a better spot. I looked around. The seat right across from me looks nice. I moved my comfortable rolling chair and my laptop over, and deleted my great love story. I clicked my delete key a few more times and started writing about what happened in the past five minutes.