I used to blog a couple of years ago. Somehow I just lost touch with it. "Somehow." I know exactly how--and by how I mean why--but more about that later. The point is, I'm home. It's like returning to your parents after you ran away to join the circus: so familiar and relieving, yet strained and slightly awkward. I guess that really depends on your parents. With mine, it would definitely be a joyous reunion filled with tears and engulfing hugs that lasted at least two full mintues per parent, immediately followed by probing and pointed questions that rang to the tune of "what the beep were thinking?!" and "I told you so." But they would mean it with all the love in their heart-and that's not sarcasm this time, Mom and Dad; I love you guys and am confident of your love of me.
Anyway, this experience of returning to blogging is, for me, strained and slightly awkward because I've been away for so long and because I'm nervous of having a reader to read (and judge) my writings. I tell you that to ask you this: please bear with me as I reorient myself to this whole blogging thing.
