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Blair. I'm from suburban city #19, Wisconsin and I'm starting a blog! I'm psyched, really. Growing up I've always been really into journaling and memoirs and all that jazz but I honestly didn't think that my life was (or is, if we're being real here) interesting enough to document and share with the world. But now, in the midst of this global pandemic, I feel like it is more important than ever to try new things and branch out---as much as one can while staying within the confines of one's home. The name of this Blog is Blair and the Big Blue World, and I chose it for two reasons. 1) because I'm a sucker for alliteration and I adore the way it sounds, and 2) because it will allow me to dive into all of the things that I'm interested in investigating on this blog. Because the world is big, and (70%) blue,  and BEAUTIFUL (hey, there's another B!!), and I want to experience all of the things that I can while I'm living in it. I'm talking about nouns here: the people that I know, the places that I go, and the things that love. So that's what this blog is going to about---everything. Profiles on my closest pals, photo diaries of the Kentucky gas stations I stop at during road trips, reviews about the highlighter my my mom got from Walmart that has the prettiest pink hue. If it's in my world, it'll be here. And hope that you all (however many there are of you) will be too.
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