That’s a line I hear a lot. Usually it’s the response I get right after people ask me how I’m putting my six years of post-secondary education to good use, and I tell them that I’m an intern. “Well,” they say, looking extra-sympathetic, “everyone has to start somewhere.”

For me, this “somewhere” isn’t just the fourth floor of a freezing cold office in the west end of the city. It’s a place where life as I’ve come to know (and love) it, is undergoing some major changes. Great changes. Exciting changes. Scare-the-crap-right-out-of-you changes.

After finishing school, I decided that updating my address every eight months had lost its appeal, and I made a permanent move to Toronto, which means I’m starting life in a new city. I’m also recently engaged, and am starting to plan The Big Day with the help of my best friend and future hubs, Brad (or as I like to call him, B-rad, who will inevitably play a major supporting role in this story known as “My Life”). AND we’ve just adopted two kittens, so I’m also starting a very important job as a professional Kitty Wrangler.

I’m a busy girl these days, no?

Unfortunately, amidst all these exciting changes, I’ve also started to get somewhat bored. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but the life of an intern isn’t always as glamorous as the girls over at The Hills would lead you to believe. (Although there are definitely exceptions. At least one intern gig I’ve had was quite glam, and I’d have gladly lived out the rest of my days there if it weren’t for the pesky realities of phone bills and a very expensive magazine-buying habit ). Working in sub-zero temperatures for next to no money might help to pay the bills, but it hasn’t done much to keep those creative fires burning. See, writing is basically my addiction. I’ve grown quite fond of it. It’s become a habit. And I haven’t had a fix in far too long.

If there are two things that I know for sure, it’s that I need to write, and that people need to laugh. Laughing is just good for your soul, plain and simple. So I got to thinking, if I wrote something that was funny, well then, it’s a win-win all around. Right? Right. And that’s when I decided to start something else. I call it…The Alicia Project.

Okay, no I don’t. I would have, because really, who doesn’t want to have a project named after them? It sounds all cool and official… But it occurred to me that a heavy dose of “super lame” right off the bat would just scare people away, so instead, I’ll stick to calling it My Blog. (It’s nice and original, yes?)

So, there it is… Who I am and why I’m here. Welcome to the beginning of something… well, I’m not too sure yet. Something great? I hope so. Something hilarious? That’s the plan. If nothing else, it will be something truly original, because if B-rad and my mom are to be believed, there is no one around quite like me. If you’re interested in weddings, weekends, random acts of awesomeness, furry creatures, pop-culture, Pop Tarts, and everything in between… drop by and visit often. I have plenty of stories and misadventures to share. It might not be the Great Canadian Novel… But hey, everyone has to start somewhere.