Ok, don’t freak out. It’s not you—it’s me. I know I said I’d be more consistent. But the truth is that something else, something big, has come along, and it requires a lot of my time, focus and energy, at least for the time being. Also—apologies—it’s a secret. So, I’m sorry for being vague, but I will tell you that it’s not a new boy. Nor is it a dog or a baby or anything else drastic or weird.
I’ll be back, and probably in less than a month, so not to worry! Really.
Paris is lovely. Dijon was amazing and quaint and beautiful. Brugge still wins the award for the best niche chocolate shop I’ve ever seen. Life is good, great even. I find myself giggling or singing occasionally for no reason, except that I’m overbrimming with happiness, and had to let some out. I smile a lot, even though it’s Paris and it’s frowned upon. I even cried happy tears. In a church. That makes it sound like my project is a religious conversion or something. Not to fear! We tried that one already.
In many ways, everything is new and a completely fresh start. If I had the money and French language skills, I’d probably get a makeover to mark the occasion. It’s all so exciting and wonderful.
Something big is coming. I can feel it.