I've been waiting on the urge to write for months now. Waiting and waiting, but the urge just doesn't come. Life is full and happy, and tearing myself away to sit down and write a post hasn't appealed.
And that is good.
The blog was for me more than anyone during my time in Vermont. I needed it then. Vermont became lonely (the understatement of the year), and blogging turned out to be one of the best ways to connect. But I don't need it anymore. I'm surrounded by friends, coworkers, a wonderful boyfriend, and seas of people in Boston. A line from a book I'm currently reading sums it up better than I ever could:
"I've emerged from a dark tunnel and found myself in the middle of a carnival."
That doesn't mean I won't keep this space going in some way, I just haven't figured out exactly what that will look like yet. I love sharing pictures and thoughts and projects, and I intend to continue with that, but I wanted to shed light on why the posting has been so slim recently. I just don't need it like I did before. And that's a very very good thing.
