For the past six months, I’ve mulled over the idea of getting back into blogging. I’ve decided I’m back. In the spirit of this not being another post on whether to blog or not to blog, I’m just going to pick up like I never left.
I’ve never been so glad to turn the page on a year as I was with 2017. It was one of the hardest years of my life. And I’ve had some hard years. However, just because it was hard doesn’t mean it was bad. I just learned a lot. This was the first year I was mostly self-sufficient. I built my own life after the dust of two relationships finally settled. I plunged head first into the beginning of my 30s. I went on a lot of dates. I had emotional trials and tribulations. I got so sick. And I ate a lot of tacos.
Most importantly, I fell in love with Austin.
This despite spending half the year determined to move home to Pennsylvania. In the wake of a month-long bout of pneumonia and long summer stretch of crippling anxiety and depression, I decided I was going to move home where I could have a house and a yard and be closer to most of my family. After making this decision and telling anyone who would listen, I lived with the reality of moving for about 2 months–I had until mid-December when my lease was up.
Then something a bit magical happened.
I started to enjoy Austin. I went out to shows in October and marveled at how lucky I was to be able to pay $15 for a good show any time of day whether it was a Wednesday afternoon or a Saturday night. The weekend of Austin City Limits, I pushed myself to go to shows and even got to go to the festival one day. I knew none of this would exist in Pennsylvania.
So I decided to stay and I haven’t regretted that decision. I’ve moved into a new, bigger apartment. I adopted a new dog who’s sleeping next to me as I type this. I’m slowly but surely building a life for myself, one that consists of ethically sourced furniture, good friends, cats, and cool thrifted artwork.
In the tumultuousness of the past year, I feel as if I’ve emerged more stable than when I started. I don’t know what 2018 holds, but I’m excited to be back to writing.