A few years ago, I moved cities. I started a blog as a way to keep in touch with the people I left behind; as a way to record, for myself, those little things that fade over time; and because I like words and writing. And, well, maybe also because I like the arms-length drip feed of attention that comes with blogging.
Then I stopped, for a while. A bit over a year. And I missed it. So here I am again, tapping out the words for you, Gentle Reader.
Where we are today:
- I live in a studio. You have to say it Amerrkan-style, stoo-dee-oh. It sounds more innercity that way. Then you can distract yourself from the idea that the entire house is one room. Or, alternatively, that I sleep in my loungeroom. But hey, I’ve got a kitchen in my bedroom!
- I share my one room with the Architect. He’ll probably be a recurring character in this here blog. He’s tall, dark and handsome.
- I work in a tall building in the city which has seen better days. I have one of those fairly standard jobs where I sit at a computer and tap words out and talk to people and I have a boss and a team and go to meetings. I used to really love my job. Then I really hated it. Now I am broadly ambivalent about it. I’m working on remembering that it’s not my whole life.
That’s all for now. I might let the rest of it filter through as we go, eh?
Oh, ps, I’m new to wordpress. Expect muckups.
So if you feel like it, please comment. I’ll even give you a topic, if you like. Tell me your favourite food. Today*, my favourite food is tomato, basil and goats cheese tart with Italian hot chocolate accompanying.
