I have never been truly well with beginnings. Some things just happen, and are meant to happen lest they refuse to exist. My name is Vincent Kelgar Steinway, my family’s namesake from a famous line of instruments, but most known for pianos. Many know me as and call me “Tanager,” however – and I am certain as the pages progress in this journal, the reason behind such a “pet” name will be revealed. My mother was the Countess Emma Steinway of the Grunsberg Manor in Grunsberg, Germany. I currently reside in Savannah, Georgia, USA – though I do travel for schooling to various places. I honestly have no idea why I am writing because I have always made it a point to write only what people will read. I do not think anyone will read this, but there may be a slim chance that something may occur, as with Anne Frank, in which the whole world will read my journal someday. How do I begin after I’ve already began? I’m never quite sure of myself in these circumstances. I suppose that is one of my biggest flaws. And in not understanding how to begin, my endings are always torrential. I think my English has greatly improved in the last three years, however, even after living in France for over two years. I have always been able to read and write it better than speak it. There was a time that I could not speak even one sentence without making some sort of grammatical error. And yet here I am, sixteen years old, having spent almost my entire life home-schooled, now attending public schools in Georgia, Japan, and France, speaking English quite fluently. Who would have thought? Like I said, not good with beginnings, so I think I will end it now and progress on within the middle entries of this book of thoughts. Signed, Vincent