I started blogging in my Freshman year of college. It was a little corner of the internet that belonged to me and transformed as I grew up. It started out as a place for lists, turned into a place for me to vent and eventually a place for me to write. Reading through that blog is like re-living different versions of myself-the tough as nails girl with pink and black hair, the proud cancer survivor with a knee replacement, the girl who fell in love with her best friend and waited for him over two years, the girl who was brave enough to live in China. In some ways, the posts on that blog were juvenile and immature. In other ways, some of my best writing is hidden on . . .