But the adult part of my brain tells me that’s a cop-out, and that I really should be sitting and making those stupid lists of pros and cons.

Lately I’ve been doing a lot of that: we’re thinking of moving. Again. Those of you who know me would seriously not be surprised by this – we are after all a two adult, two dog and now one baby travelling show of note. But this is a biggie, this one. I’m thinking of hefting myself up by the roots and transplanting myself, my life, my identity, my family and my future in another country. Permanently.

It’s a bloody hard decision to make.

And having done all the logical stuff, put pen to paper and listed reasons and pros and cons and done some research, talking to people, talked to more people, examined our hearts and minds, we’ve decided to go for it. Yet, having decided that, I still sit here today and feel like saying no – but I’m not the only person involved … and I am not truly seeing the alternative. I can just visualise my new life so much better than I can see the way forward in my current one. So I guess that just makes me an habitual escapist?

But another decision has been made in the process: and to some degree it’s been rationally, coldly discussed too, but this one just feels good. This one feels like it was made somewhere deep inside and will out. We were always planning to have a second child but we’d put it off for a little while longer – until we made big decision number 1, which forced us to rethink the timing of big decision number 2.

I’ve decided that we won’t ever know if big decision number 1 is right or wrong: once we’re living that different life how could we tell that we took a wrong turn? There will be nothing to compare it to as our life in the present is the only life we have to live. But decision number 2 makes my heart boogie (and not just because I’m looking forward to the practise!), even while it makes my time management skills quiver. This is one decision I know is a good one.

To be honest, I’ve lurked on the fringes of the blogosphere for a long while now, occasionally being tempted to venture a little closer but generally preferring to be an observer – and not a very faithful one at that.

Now, however, my job has given me a little push (hopefully not to be followed by too much of a thud) and so here I am.

So what is the big deal about blogs? Surely we don’t want to be reading the trivia of someone’s daily life … or is that precisely what fascinates some people out there? I suppose I can’t resist trying to see into the lit up windows of homes as I drive by, and wonder what kind of lives are lived inside behind the panes, so I should see (some) blogs as the e-quivalent.

Is that what gets people reading? I know it takes a whole lot more to keep people coming back for a second look but for now I’ll content myself with trying to find out what hooks someone at first glance.