I’d have to say it all started with a crush on a man that many women, including myself, still swoon over. While most little girls grew up (in my generation) watching the Disney Channel (what shows were on at the time, I  probably couldn’t tell you), my attention was focused on two make-believe FBI agents that would keep me glued to the screen every Sunday night with my dad by my side. There he was, David Duchovny, throwing pencils at the ceiling and repeatedly making Gillian Anderson’s character question his sanity. This, I thought, was the man I wanted to marry (and to be frank, Duchovny, if you’re reading this, the offer still stands). But it takes more than just good looks and brilliant story telling to get a girl into the paranormal. Oh yes, I had more than just Mulder and Scully egging me on. There was, of course, more grounded and honest reasons I was fascinated that fell outside of the realm of fantasy. My dad would tell me stories of his friends going missing while flying planes in Panama, and the strange things that flew beside him in the air during his years of service in the Air National Guard.  I was probably the only kid in my Catholic elementary school playing with a Ouija board and trying to hold seances to contact whatever it was that I believed haunted my house, and who could forget the hours of printing everything I could off of the internet about the Loch Ness Monster? Now, where does this leave me, all these years later? I’m in the awkward place I hope more people than just myself find themselves, floating through college, finding there’s no real way to make a career out of looking for Big Foot. Or is there? How did Josh Gates land a gig traveling the wold looking for cryptozoological creatures? How did Jim Harold get from wherever he was to being able to dedicate all of his time to making pod casts about the paranormal? How are these people doing this, and why can’t I figure out how to get there,too? This has left me scratching my head for as long as I’ve had to worry about what to major in in college. So far I’ve been a psychology major, an anthropology major, a creative writing major, and a law enforcement major (because we all known people don’t really call ghost busters when they think something goes bump in the night). I’m coming up on my junior year next fall, and still, I have no idea what I want to do with my life. My go-to-plan, for when the counselors and admissions applications for transfer students ask, I say I want to be a psychiatrist, and my end goal is to work for the Violent Crime Unit of the FBI, because if you can’t marry Mulder, you might as well do his job, right? Kinda? Anyway, this is, at this point where I’m headed. If I can’t find a chupacabra, maybe I can meet a serial killer who thinks he is one. But still, my mind wanders. Maybe I can be an archaeology major, or a zoologist. Perhaps I should study media and production, or broadcasting and communications. As I’ve poured over the information I can scrounge up on the web about the educations of the people I want so badly to be, I’ve realized that they’ve done absolutely nothing to ensure that they somehow end up a paranormal professional. This is pretty discouraging, but also exciting. I can literally take any path I want, and just hope to hell it gets me to where I want to go. I’ve decided on this blog for a few reasons.

1. To share my bullshit ramblings. They’ve gotta go somewhere.
2. To connect with other people about the paranormal, and to share their stories.
3. To start my path, because I can’t for the life of me think of another way to do it.

Now, I cannot guarantee that anyone except a few forced friends will ever read this, or that after this post any more will come, but for now, welcome to Girl Seeks Ghost, a blog about trying to find a way to make a living by studying what is probably the most ridiculed and scoffed at area a person can spend their lives trying to uncover: the paranormal.