It’s been six months since my last posting. I’m not sure what possessed me to write tonight.
I have to say that I have kind of missed this blog. It had been a friend for more than three years during perhaps the most exhilarating time of my life. It was my go-to place. Through this blog, I was able to chronicle the writing and and self-publishing my first book. I used it to discuss my decision to quit my job and pursue my book. And when I made the momentous decision to move to Europe to find my biological mother’s family for my next book, my blog was there.
But, as I stated several times earlier, I felt I had nothing more to say. My first book, This is My Lemonade, is now three years old. I’ve finished my research, found distant relatives and returned to America.
Now I’m back, living in Portland, Oregon. I’ve found a good job where I’m quite happy. I lucked out and found an incredible 900 square foot apartment with an unparalleled view of downtown Portland. Life is good.
And the funny thing is, I’m still attracting Twitter followers, even though I haven’t posted on Twitter in six months. It fascinates me.
What surprises me even more is the identities of some of these people. Many have ties in L.A.’s entertainment industry. Surprising. I wonder what they think when they don’t see a posting from me??
I suppose I should admit that I read a little bit of this blog. A friend is staying overnight and we chatted about my time in Italy and it prompted me to look at my musings.
In all truth, I try to avoid the writings from my year in Italy. It saddens me. I’ve already been home for nearly a year and it bothers me. It bothers me to know that the experience of living as an expat in Italy, researching my biological mother’s family and all my travels occurred over a year in the past.
I don’t want it to be so. It means time is moving even more quickly and I want that experience to be more than a footnote in my life.
But that’s reality. I still have my blog. I have my photos and my videos. And I have the memories. Now I have to motivate myself to get back into this second book. I’d like to finish it next year. That is the goal I have unofficially set for myself.