It’s been a long time since I last ran a blog, almost 4 years. Since then a lot has changed in my life.
I used to write about changes in the city I lived in as well as blogging, and social media, and urban planning. What I didn’t write about was my actual life and the things I was going through or the things that interested me in any sort of detail; mostly it was just hot takes and stuff I thought would be funny and that would maybe get me to be popular enough to monetize–I made $75 once. It wasn’t that there weren’t other things to write about, there were, it’s just that I needed to keep up appearances and I didn’t want to air my dirty laundry.
You see, things weren’t that great.
Since the internet last saw me my whole life fell apart, and I have been slowly putting it back together. Not to sound like too cliche—again—but I really needed some time to discover myself and my interests again. Those that are closest to me, and now some that aren’t, know that I spent my entire adult life up until January 2019 in an abusive relationship. Since then, I went on a “journey of self discovery”—for lack of a better phrase, also a journey of recovery—and have been learning who I am and what I like.
Some things didn’t change. In the divorce, I kept the house. I almost lost it, he tried to manipulate me up until the end. My family didn’t get stronger, that is still in shambles since my mother died in 2013. I still have mostly the same friends and I still mostly enjoy the same stuff. What I needed to learn how to do was how to let myself actually enjoy my hobbies again, and not just dedicate myself entirely to somebody else.
The things that did change are probably for the better. I’ve met somebody who I am quite fond of, though he doesn’t need to be in any kind of spotlight on the internet, this blog isn’t about him specifically but I can probably find another raspberry pi to run one off of for him if he wants me to. After all, I’ve spent hundreds of dollars on boxes and wires in the past several months. I also finished my bachelors degree in special education, as well as a masters degree and have been overworked and underpaid since. (I probably wouldn’t change that, but some days I want to..)
I truly don’t know if this place will stick, but I’d like it to.