When I restarted this blog, I was so excited about a consistent schedule. I have so many plans, you guys, for content I’m excited to post. I have essays written, photo shoot plans, the whole works. Book reviews. Instead, though, right now you all get crickets.
Truth is, I’m not even that busy most of the time. I am, however, in the middle of moving. David and I are finally in our own place, albeit with a lot of love and support from family. It feels really nice to be in our own space, although I’m definitely grateful to the family members who hosted us for September. No, the reason there’s been no blogging is simple–there’s been no internet.
It’s silly how crippling that can feel. I’m the girl who refused to have internet the entire time I was living alone–several years. I mean, I figured if I needed something bad enough I’d head to campus or a coffee shop. I could do a similar thing now, except my knee is still bad. Not as bad, but still requiring crutches for distances further than the stretch of our apartment. So no internet*
Moving, no internet, and a bad knee. That, my friends, is why I’m quiet. I’ll be making noise soon, though. David ordered internet and they’re shipping the appropriate tubes to us as we speak.
*David drove us both to this coffee shop before running errands. The crutches are in the car.