Clearly, I've been lazy, but that doesn't even begin to cut it. It's been a long time. Since then I've learned to snowboard (If you read all the way through to the end of the blog) and though I still dance in dark lit rooms with loud music and strangers, those rooms are no longer smoky. Toronto bylaws have changed. Yup, it's been that long that I've forgotten what smoky clothes smell like the next morning, unless I'm reminded rudely apres an after hours club visit.
There isn't a lot to add. I haven't travelled much since. There was a trip to West Virginia, but it made me so weary that I didn't bother writing. Instead there are photos, perhaps I'll post them instead. But little or no obvious posts. They're memories now and lack that fresh bite that's best put down when ripe.
I've moved jobs so my lazy hazy magazine days are over. It's a daily grind now and I am left with no inspiration to rush home and post. Travelling la vida magazina is also over. Besides, when they're lynching you at work over every unworthy word, it's hard to write anything afterwards.
There are observations, urban ones, as well from the country and in and around. I'm still that girl who travels on a budget, albeit locally.
But I feel inspired tonight and hopefully it will stay and I'll be back to put down more thoughts on paper.
The problem is, I don't do much these days except play with thoughts and words in my head.
So be it, so be the motto of this, now revised blog.
I have discovered that most of / the beauties of travel are due to / the strange hours we keep to see them 'January Morning' by William Carlos Williams