Leaving high school and beginning the next chapter of your adult life at uni feels like a giant leap of independence. Leaving your parents’ nest and moving out feels more like growing wings and being promptly shoved off a cliff, hoping to the best that some survival instinct will kick in before you become a feathery soup of smoosh on the sidewalk. Read more
I am back from the dead, where creatures sleep deeply and crack dens become living rooms so comfy. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been around these virtual woods for a while. The thing I hate most about irregular bloggers is how apologetic they become when they don’t post. It’s okay if you are a blogger and you take a break. Okay? Sometimes life happens in excessive amounts. It’s a rare occurrence, but it happens. They are times of quiet desperation. Or absolute bliss.