You may be wondering who on Earth would name a blog something as nonsensical and ridiculous as “Such the Spot.” Well, you need look no further; I claim full responsibility for the name, sensible or not. Here’s the scoop:

     A long time ago—when my life was far less cheery—one of my best friends, Brooke, and I spent one evening each week commiserating about the valleys we both were trudging through at the time. We’d sit on the front porch of my two-bedroom rental and, glasses filled with Boones Farm wine (classy, I know), we’d raise a toast to better days on the horizon. Over the course of that summer, we spent hours there in that spot, spilling our dreams, fears, and confessions. At some point our weekly ritual became less of a misery fest and more of a celebration. I admit that I’m using that term loosely, but it seemed that in delving deep into the pittiest pits of our lives we somehow found comfort in each others sorrow and hope in each others stories. And one night, the wine turning everything fuzzy around the edges, I declared our little place—you guessed it—such the spot.

     I realize that grammatically speaking it should have been pronounced such a great spot, or such a happy spot, or something equally sensible. In my defense though, I was born and raised in California where when someone utters a phrase like, “I’m so over this pair of jeans,” or “Could you be any more annoying?” no explanations are required. Such the spot was sort of like that: perfectly logical in context.

     Not to sound overly cheesy or anything, but I hope that my little blog here will eventually become a place where friends and friends-to-be flock to. Sort of a virtual ‘such the spot’ where we come together. A place where reality is simplified and happiness is multiplied. : )