I've been writing at work again, and I realized that a lot of my writing is meant to be read. It's just the way I write. Over the years, I've been equally praised and derided for my highly conversational tone; even throughout college, many of my professors encouraged me, much to my surprise, to continue to write in my own voice, rather than attempting to adopt the sterile, unvoiced academic tone I thought that they wanted. I digress. Sitting here, reading over something I'm writing, I decided it belongs on my blog. So, of course, I do the natural thing and fire up the blog.
I haven't touched this since February.
There is, surprisingly, a reason for that. I just never wrote about it.
Maybe I will at some point, but suffice to say for now that my life was in serious flux for the first few months following that last post, including two moves, an apartment hunt, the three longest roadtrips I've ever made unaccompanied, two endings, a false start, and the beginning of something awesome.
There is so much to say. I will be coming back around to say it.