Having been away for a little over 2 months, I have to be honest. It feels a little awkward coming back.
My blog has always felt a lot like home to me, mostly because I like to invite all of you into my own personal life. Only right now, it doesn’t feel as much like home, mostly because I haven’t been here in such a long time. I don’t even know, really, where to start.
I guess I should just start with the reason why I left in the first place.
I grew tired of cooking.
I said it.
Years and years of throwing together meals, indulging myself in fabulous new cuisines and breathing in the fresh aromas that encapsulated me in my tiny little kitchen. How, you ask, could I grow tired of that?
Last week I got together with a group of college buddies, only to hear one of my foodie friends state that she too had grown tired of cooking. That at the end of the day, the last thing she wanted to do was to even think of preparing dinner. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone.
It happens to all of us. We grow tired of the things that we love. And sometimes we have to step far away. But usually, more often than not, we walk on back. Because it’s in us. Those intricate little things that make us who we are.
And that is the plain and simple story of why I left. There are no other dramatic stories to tell, and I’m truly sorry if I worried some of you with my unexpected leave! I haven’t yet fallen off the planet. ;)
There are so many things that I can’t wait to catch all of you up on. Life is exciting and a lot has happened over the past two months.
(Nicole, by the way, deserves credit for getting me started again, after routinely asking me when I’m going to start blogging…thanks, Nicole!) :mrgreen:
I’ll save most of what I have to share for the upcoming weeks, but I do want to introduce you all to Humphrey.
I’m a self reported dog lover. Dog behavior and training fascinates me. I’m obsessed with big black labs and drooly, snoring bulldogs. Always have been, always will be.
But then I met Humphrey (formerly known as Digger) at a cat shelter.
I fell in love with him as soon as he crawled up into my lap. While the other cats could care less of my very presence, Humphrey purred and kneaded his way deep into my heart.
He’s turned out to be a little handful of love mixed with mischief mixed with “cat”titude. He knows what he likes and he’ll let you know if he doesn’t. He loves to climb and knock things over. Most of all, he loves to be brushed and snuggled and fed (organic beef and liver is his fave.)
I’ll share lots more about him in the coming weeks!
As awkward as it feels to just come walking right back in, as if nothing has changed—no time has elapsed–it still feels really good to be here once again.
Home always makes sense.
Besides, I’ve honest to goodness missed all of you. It feels really good to be back. :D
QUESTION: What is the most exciting thing that has happened to you in the past 2 months? Haha!…Apparently, I have a LOT to catch up on. ;)