A Blog?

This is my first time so be gentle.
I have been a LiveJournal writer ever since I decided to make my life somewhat public in the delicate age of 18. I wonder if starting a blog has any sense to it as I'm not a passionate photographer, a cool fashionista or a soulful poet. It's just nice to write my thoughts down every now and then and it's more interesting having sort of a public diary for everyone to see and wonder. Not that I expect anyone to read this. Maybe someone from LJ will do it.
Why not stick to LJ then?

Well, it is almost impossible to get any sleep tonight! So I created a little blog page and now I need to write something on it or it will look rather stupid and meaningless.
'Gypsy Feet' comes from a severe Gypsy Feet Disorderneurosiscondition I suffer from. It is a tiny bit painful for me to live in one place for a long time and terribly easy to make a home anywhere else. My homes are Tuusula, Helsinki, New York, Mumbai, Goa, Salt Lake City, San Francisco, London, Paris, Lyon, Santorini, Paros, no I have not even visited all these places but these and so many more are where my heart lies. I wish I could wander, wander and wonder endlessly but I wasn't born in a gypsy caravan and I rather like the comforts of modern indoor living.
Like my totem, the cat, I want to be free and independent and adventurous but still be very certain that someone will feed me when I get back home. And I think that is what I am and my soul-searching can be over and done with.

Right now, at this moment and during this breath I would like to find a little place for myself. A little home for a moment. I am looking from Helsinki but there is a place for me in London if I want to go.
I want to study physics or biology. Or then I want to be a cat and work for Q or E.
To get ready for the future! I need a little home. On monday I am going to go and take a look at one I saw on the Internets and fell in love with. This is a bad sign...
Because when I really want something and spend time dreaming and planning I am bound to get disappointed.
Oh boy. Well. You know.
Is it bad or very bad to have a cup of coffee at 5.30 am?