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A Wayfarer's Return.....

I never dreamed the break I took from posting around Christmas to turn into a 3, nearly 4-month hiatus. I never imagined that I'd fall completely off the grid, slipping from the blogosphere like the proverbial plug had been pulled.

But, time has passed, a lifetime in the realm of the internet, actually. Hours, days and then weeks, were suddenly filled with more than I could handle at any one time. Things began to fall to the wayside, things I cared about, things I would have much preferred to focus on. I was pulled away from my writing, I was pulled away from the community I was a part of, I was slowly being pulled away from who I was.

The last few months have been a fight to come back to who I want to be and an even bigger fight to remind myself of where I want my life to go.

I'm currently settling into a new apartment and other than a few water issues and a couple battles with wasps and bumblebees, things are going remarkably well. Life is settling back down. I can only hope that my unannounced absence can be forgiven.....


  1. It wasn't the same without you but the good news is you are just in time for the A-Z challenge..

    1. Aw, thanks! Annnd, I just realized it was challenge time once again, LOL.... :-)

  2. Of course we're still here :-) Welcome back. Blogging/social media is fun, but it should always take a back seat to family...and life.

    1. Thanks! And, yes, you are so right :-)


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