Let there be light..

      Kenai. (Pronounced Kee-ni)
      That is what people call me. I guess, it’s unique - maybe something that shows someone that it’s me. It is what is written on that piece of paper my mother holds dear, but it is a symbol of what I am. Which I guess, as I think about it now at 23:30pm, I am just full of symbols. Decision’s, not all made by me, that have lead me down path’s that I had no guide to show me the way. And yet, I’m me, carrying all those symbols of my past all upon my own shoulders, with no one else holding them.
      Right now, I have no idea why I’m doing this. Typing away, not even knowing what I’m doing. I guess, I’m asking you a favour. I’m asking you to listen. Hear my side - see how I got here. I look back on my life, and all I see is a heap of confusion. To me, what is about to come out on this paper, is a heap of mess and memories, thoughts and nonsense, anything and everything that has ever crossed my mind.

      Right now, I live in Camberwell, London - Untied Kingdom. However this is not where my roots branch out too. I grew up in a small farm-locked village in the midland region, and moved to the city of London in September 2009 to train and become a teacher. I suppose this is the most important role I'll ever do in life, and I know it's not fame or fortune, but it's what I want.

     I suppose I should tell you about my life here. What it's like to be Kenai, farmboy turned Soho heartthrob? Even though I don't think that is true. I wish and live for love. I want to love, be someone's prince in shining armour, rolling into their lives on a white horse (or indeed I will settle for a white mini cooper) and cherish them. But it is hard to find that within this city. 8.1 million people, and the people I have met here seem different to the rest of the world; cold and unwilling to comprimise or surrender to another. I suppose you'll hear more about these unlucky men the more the months carry on. Carrie Bradshaw, eat your heart out!

     Also, confusingly I have parts of my past I do not remember. Sometimes it's just evenings I have blank in my memory banks, but others it's entire people and events. Weeks and months at a time I won't beable to remember, but recently I have been remembering parts of my childhood, little things. I guess it helps talking and writing things down to help me remember, so I guess you lucky readers, you'll be helping me here too.

     Anyway, I think that is enough talking for now. I hope you'll return and grant me your audience again. As I try and peice together this crazy life, and hopefully entertain you at the same time.

Much Love,
Kenai...