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When I started this blog in 2003 (!), I was just embarking on my graduate degree. Faced with the stress of school, the boredom of something that didn't completely and utterly excite me, and the feeling of loneliness in a strange crowd, I needed a constant outlet. The outlet did not have to talk back. It only had to absorb all that I had to give it - the silliness, the rants, the non-sense, the profound. The soup du jour.
I haven't felt the need to blog in quite a while, due to many reasons. Among other things, writing is a given at my job; sometimes I type up to 6-7 hours a day and the last thing I want to touch when I get home is a keyboard. And then, there was rediscovering that life is indeed wonderful and enjoyable, if you are at the the right place and the right time. Above all, I suppose, is the fact that I am no longer subjected by stress but choose to stress, that for the most part, I'm excited about what I do, and that I no longer feel like I don't belong. It is an inexplicable feeling to be home and to have a great support network. I knew there was a reason that I had to come home so badly, and once I came home, I just could not leave it.
Those are some of the reasons why I don't blog anymore. I think that is a good thing.
Sometimes, though, I do miss it.
