It doesn’t take that much neglect for things to quickly deteriorate, does it? I’ve learnt that the hard way. Multiple times. (Which would suggest that I didn’t learn it in the first place…)
Something that I do know is that I don’t want this little rascal of a passion project to end up on that list too. So, with that in mind, please excuse me for a minute or four; I have a little note to write on the back of a piece of scrap paper.
To my darling blog,
The past month of my life has been… unique. (Yes, that was deliberately diplomatic.) Although it has been quite emotionally draining, its being so has been a good thing, for it is hard to progress without change, n’est-ce pas?
There are so many words which I want to share with you, but I’ve been preoccupied – and in some cases I’m still rummaging for the words to most articulately (read: intelligibly and coherently) express myself.
We could let our taste buds explore Asian-Latino fusions. Or we could try to unravel suffocating confusion. Or we could delight in the interchangeability and intertwine of languages. Or we could attempt to have quasi-philosophical, semi-monosyllabic discussions with ourselves at the traffic lights. Or we could smile to ourselves as we savour last night. Or we could slump into a rut of disappointment. Or we could stress about the fact that we’re not stressing out for once. Or we could just go crazy on ice cream.
Oh, the options.
I guess you get to choose your own adventure, darling.
In the meantime, I will be back soon. Soon, indeed. I promise. I just need to get some rather important things sorted and then I shall be able to shower you in affection. And – think about it – if I’ve barely written over the past month or so, think about just how much I have to say. Yes, that’s right: quite a few words.
À bientôt, chérie.
(i.e. Speak soon, amigos. Normally operations shall resume shortly! Thank you for your patience in the meantime) x