Such a very long time.
This place used to be my solace. My happy place. My escape. My mental workout room. But like any home – if you don’t practice constant maintenance, it can fall into disrepair.
I think I found a family of voles living in my tag cloud. And don’t get me started on the cobwebs in the archives.
But in the past three years I have written and defended my dissertation, lost my father-in-law, father, and mother. And I found I could write about none of it.
But old habits die hard. I find myself within these virtual walls again – running my fingers over the posts and considering a new interior design.
Who knows what might happen?