Around my neighborhood.
Around my neighborhood.

It’s been a little while between updates, and I have no idea where to start to sum it up. I’m kind of wishing I would have shared more over the last month, but sometimes the sun is shining or I’m a little tired from dancing the night away. And sometimes I have these wonderfully profound thoughts when I’m walking home and the light is gold, but I’ll be damned when I sit down to write about it ma tête est vide. Or all the words are wrong, at least.

Lately, my thoughts have changed from how much time has passed to how little time is left. I’m really feeling as though six months is not nearly long enough. While I still have a few more adventures up my sleeve, there’s still so much more I want to see and do.

“To come home from another home is a weird feeling, because people expect you to be the person you were when you left, and that’s impossible. You expect things to be exactly the same as when you left, and that’s impossible. Maybe it’s impossible to even truly come home once you’ve gone away because of those changes. Coming home is strange, because now that place is just a tiny bit less of a home.”

—Alex Brueckner, How To Come Home