I feel like I’m calling out into the void just looking at how quiet it is here, but I’ve had such an undeniable urge to just come look around. Call it nostalgia, maybe. I’ve had a writing itch, too, that I keep trying to scratch but find myself staring at blank word docs; maybe that’s part of what drew me back here. I’ve been thinking back on just how much I loved this community, and I don’t really know what I expected coming back, but it feels like looking down a street of formerly vibrant shops where you knew everyone and their rhythms, and now it’s mostly boarded over windows and doors. I’m happy to see a few places with the lights still on.
I married the cute rower. We now live in a cute house and have a (very) cute toddler. Life is very, very good. I hope you’re all well. I hope you’re all happy. If not, I’m sending some positive vibrations your way.
Love you. Miss you.
