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Amu: I always hate starting new journals. The pages seem big and empty, they go on forever. I feel like I'm making them dirty with my trivial ink. Destroying the limitless possibilities. I feel I'm pressured to be fascinating from the start. To give back story and plot and explanations for everything that occurs. I can't just make the first entry say something generic... "I couldn't find the cheesy broccoli and cauliflower at the store today, so I got spring rolls instead." Who cares? If I'm going to write... it has to be special. Luckily for me, something special recently came into my life.
I was born near a beach in Florida. I moved many times in my life, but was always on or near some sort of ocean. I even did five years in Hawaii! I loved it. The salty air kept my sinuses clear, the sounds of the sea were soothing, and looking out over the water that went on forever... instant peace with the universe. I never wanted to live too far from the coast. Ever. So, obviously, fate had other plans.
I can't complain. I fell in love! Witty, charming, exciting, confident, and who loved me more than anything else. He asked me to be his wife and live with him. I never had a second thought. Did I mention he was British?
That's right. My new home became England, hours from the coast, and not exactly the Sunshine State I was used to. I had only ever seen snow once before in my life, for one week, with friends. Winter was coming and I didn't even own a coat. To say I was "worried" was an understatement.
It got cold. Real cold. My husband laughed at my whimperings and did whatever he could to make it warmer for me. I finally got some decent coats. Learned how to dress for the weather. The magic of radiators. But still no snow. I looked forward to it like a child. At least if it was snowing then all this cold would be worth it. Right? I was told that global warming had given them milder and milder winters, and it hadn't actually snowed there for three years running. I refused to give up belief. It would snow. It had to.
It did.

( 45 sentences. Next post will be Dinah's and will come later tonight. I hope it's okay! After I've gotten more into the swing of things I'll probably edit the journal to have a table of contents, images, and profiles. For now I just want to get started.)