To blog or not to blog

So, I just came back from my writing group. The members of which all have these blogs that I was just checking out. Thought they all were pretty interesting and was inspired to set up one of my own. Not sure how it will turn out, it's pretty much a work in progress.

On my way home from said writing group, I was thinking about my recent move from Boston and how I don't regret a thing. Despite there being some ups and downs, I am so happy here and feel extremely blessed. I really feel that Seattle is the right place for me to be at this point in my life. I believe they call it "The Emerald City". I am not sure what that refers to exactly. To me, it sounds like a Wizard of Oz reference but perhaps I am way, way off. Probably they are talking about trees. As in big, green ones this region is famous for. Anyway, when I first got here I parked my car on a busy street in the International/Chinatown district. Right away, I loved that they are so correct here. In Boston, Chinatown is known for what little is left of it from all the luxury high rise condos that are quickly eating it away. Not many people seem to know or care if actual Chinese or other Asian people still live there. In Seattle, this does not seem to be the case. So, anyway, I open my car door and for some reason, look down at the ground. I quickly scooped up the small change purse at my feet. There was no identifying information, no ID, no credit cards, just a handful of quarters and silver dollars inside a old, beaded American Indian style coin purse. No one was reasonably near to ask if they had lost it. All the stores on the block were closing or closed. For whatever reason, I decided to keep it. I still feel a little guilty about doing so, however, there were few other viable options. I did give some of it later to some homeless people but it quickly became like feeding seagulls at the beach. I have decided to view the finding as a sign of good luck. A sign of better things to come in my new life in Seattle.