I forgot how much I really do enjoy having a blog, but more importantly reading someone else’s. I can think I know someone really well. I wouldn’t even have to convince myself how well I knew them. It can be someone that I grew up with or even someone I spent every day with. But the moments we aren’t all together and the moment we do have alone. The moments before we go to bed or find time alone. Alone, someone I know is writing in their blog about something that I had never heard about, or a subject that was never brought up. Writing about something they could talk about for the public to read, but not share with a friend. And it’s a great tool to learn more about someone when we think no one is listening.