Blogging feels like something from a past life. It’s been so long, I tried so many different things over the past 15 years. Writing about everyday life, writing about food, writing about art, about books. And as I sit here in my new apartment I thought to myself, why not blog again? About whatever I like. About everything I’ve blogged before. About my life and all the bits and pieces. Including food, art and books. What would that look like, what would it feel like to once again process the world around me via words?
I have no idea, to be honest. I also have no idea why I want to blog this and share it here instead of just writing in my journal. Wait, I do know. I miss the connections that blogging can bring, the friends you can make through it. And while I’m certain hardly anyone is reading this yet, I hope in time it will grow to a little space in the web that once again brings me much joy and lots of friendships. Cheers to that.