You know that uncomfortable feeling when you return home after a long absence? The dust, the musty air, the eerie darkness in the hallway. This is what being back to blogging feels like for a girl overtasked with school, work and trying to live by the rules of a new city.
And speaking of new rules, a while ago, I stumbled on this:
Who does this? If most of us tried to be helpful, honest, inspiring, necessary – and kind, let’s not forget kind – when we talk, we’d be dead or quiet (enlightened people don’t talk much, by the way. Coincidence?).
The Flying Yenta 