I’ve of course, been meaning to write.
And then I didn’t. For the longest time I didn’t, and as time passed, the very thought of writing became more and more foreign to me, like a silly superpower, something I’d perhaps imagined I’d be capable of, only to discover it only happens in the movies, and to people infinitely more attractive and interesting than me.
And here I am now. Despite the warm, all encompassing feeling of deja-vu, and the promise of endless possibilities, I’m still somewhat frightened by the thought of playing this game again.
It will take a while to tie the ends of this story together. A lot has happened and a lot has changed, and to say that I don’t know where to begin would be an understatement.
So I’ll begin somewhere. Somehow.
Bear with me while I remind myself what words feel like.