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In an internet-scape where it seems like everyone has a blog or a podcast, I have been contemplating why start a blog? What do I have to offer in a sea of blogs? Will anyone care about my thoughts or opinions?

I decided screw it, why the hell not! I've been searching for a creative outlet and realized that I don't really give a shit if anyone actually reads or cares about what I post. I came up with the idea to call this thing "So, Where Ya From?" because it's such a common question, but it doesn't always get the same answer in response. Yea, more than one person can say "I'm from New York" or "I'm from LA", but that's not the point. The point is, everyone needs that initial icebreaker. It's a question, a gateway, that helps people loosen up and just chat. As someone who has lived in three of the five AL East cities, has friends from all over, and who likes to travel, I have personally been asked where I'm from more times than I can count. My answer has changed over the years, since I have a longer-winded backstory than most, but I wouldn't be the person I am today without it. 

So, to those who have decided to give this blog a shot, thank you. I hope the content is as interesting and diverse as the answer to "So, Where Ya From?" ✌

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