it’s been a really, really, really, really, REALLY long time since i’ve written anything on this blog.
looking back on the last few posts i made - wow. i am not that girl, i am not that life. there are so few people and places and things that have remained constant since then. i live somewhere else. i love other people. the friends i thought were forever are barely memories. i graduated. i got a grown-up job. the heartbreak i thought would never end - well, as a surprise to no one, it ended. life drudges on.
i wish i could say i’ve done some incredible things since then. and i guess, in a way, i have done some, perhaps incredible, things. i went to europe. i graduated. i got a real, grown up job doing exactly what i always wanted to do. i got out of and got over an emotionally abusive relationship.
but i still feel so underaccomplished. i haven’t written anything real, anything meaningful, for years. i haven’t been the creative, creatING person i always imagined myself to be. and i guess that’s why i’m back.
this blog probably won't be the same as before, if anybody even remembers it: there will be less poetry. a lot less bleeding-heart angst. but there will be heart. i need to start writing again, even if it’s just inconsequential heat-of-the-moment stream-of-conscious brain vomit about mundane things like “i need to work out more!” or “i saw this really pretty tree today” or “should i do my master’s in germany?”
so here we are. two years later. two happy, if inconsequential, less than incredible, but still, incredibly, happy years.













