At long last... I've returned. It's good to be back in my own spot... the place, really, that I can come to and vent, without judgment, without evil/curious/knowing/glowering/anxious stares. I'm not talking about my apartment, of course. I'm talking about here, on my blog.
It's been a long summer for me, perhaps the longest one I've had in my entire life. I spent the summer back home and without a summer job; well, that is, if you don't count babysitting my younger sisters as a full-time job (and since I didn't get paid for it, we won't lol). The summer was a burden because I wasn't used to being home for so long. Home, for the first time ever, was bittersweet: I was glad to be amongst family, but surprised that the littlest of things irked me. Dishes stacked up near the sink. My music CDs strewn across the floor in one of my sisters' rooms. Having to miss Black in America because SOMEONE just had to watch her Wizards of Waverly Place. Yeah... that stuff built up. It makes you miss having your own space. Don't get me wrong, they have me in the back room (which doubles as a storage room), but it's still technically not my space.
I say all this to say... I've come back here to claim my space, my sanctuary. And the same way I'm rebuilding this site, with new stories, new vents, new emotions... I'll be rebuilding myself. Sometimes you have to do that. Return to foundations, go back to the place where you can just be yourself... and start from scratch. In the past, I've written bright things and sad things. Of course there'll be more of the same, but I'll try to offset it. Life isn't always easy, but it's always dealable... and there are always bright spots in the storms... If you've been here before, welcome back. If you haven't, backtrack, read who I was... and follow me as we discover who I'm becoming.
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