I was studying in Auckland, New Zealand at that moment. Far away from family and friends. The easiest source of communication at that time were through emails and yahoo messengers. I had to stay at the library to have access to the internet.
Living in a new place and english as daily language made me lonely. I had friends here and there but still I was homesick. So I wrote mostly about myself, what I did that day and how I felt toward things I encountered.
I did not have a lot of reader, it was only around ten or so but it already made me happy especially the comments they had written.
Sometimes there were days when I only wrote short posts or when nobody commented on them. But writing my thoughts down made me happy enough. Blogging was something I looked forward to.
When I came back to my hometown, I stopped blogging. I had no time for it anymore. Well, I would have time if I made any but I just did not think it was important anymore. After a few months, I went back and reread most of the posts I had written. It was all personal. Somehow I felt ashamed because I wrote those down for public to read. So I deleted it. Looking back, I regret doing so. Especially after I listen to Mena trott ted talk about blogging. It might be an old one but I found it inspirational and heart warming.
I should keep blogging.