I Wish Cigarettes Smelled as Good as Woodsmoke

So many times have I tried to start a blog. And so many times has it fallen by the wayside. Well, given that I am more connected to the Internet than ever before in my life (and I don't even have a smartphone yet!), I think the time is right to begin anew.

I suppose I was inspired by friends, mostly those who are abroad for the next few months, who have started their blogs to chronicle their lives so their friends at home can keep abreast of new developments. I'm doing nothing so interesting. Blogging is something I have always wanted to do, and given that I am pretty lonely this semester (my boyfriend being in Belgium), I figure now is a great time to start.

There isn't much to say right now-- but it seems that fall has finally made its way to Hawk Hill! There is nothing I love more than crisp, sunny days and the changing of the leaves. I have opened my windows wide in the hopes of catching a fall breeze, but at the moment, all I seem to be catching is the smell of smoke from cigarettes and the sounds of some sort of construction crew. -sigh-

It's amazing what a difference there is between cigarette smoke and woodsmoke. I so prefer smelling the latter. I have told the people who live in my building to please not smoke on the front steps, as it goes straight into my windows, but they cannot seem to grasp this fact. Now, I have no problem with people choosing to smoke. But when their right to pollute their bodies begins to interfere with my right to keep my body pure, I have a problem. And this problem continues to frustrate me, because people insist upon being lazy. I know it sucks to have to walk the fifty feet to the designated smoking spot, but it's there for a reason-- so the residents of the building don't have to be subjected to secondhand smoke. I have even asked them if they wouldn't mind moving over to the stone terrace, which is literally ten feet from the front door, but even that proves too far for some of the smokers. And rainy days... ugh. They're the worst. No one goes to the terrace-- they all sit on the steps and let the smoke trickle straight into my windows. I'm at a real loss about what to do about this.

And now that I have unloaded my little problem upon cyberspace, I shall take my leave of this blog and get on with my life. Until next time...