I’ve missed writing, I truly have. I write for many reasons, but mostly because it allows me peace of mind when I’m able to sit down and take hours at a time to project my thoughts onto paper. It is my release from my inner analysis, both of life in general and more importantly, my own life. All I’ve thought about this week is writing, and I’ll start with the post that follows this one.
At the end of every summer since this blog’s existence, I’ve concluded my summer with a list of memorable things from that summer, and I am going to do so again. I usually go for 40-50 things, so I’ll shoot for that and see how it goes. It’s been a summer to remember, that’s for sure.