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11.29.2011

Tis the Season...


...to begin blogging again. I think. 

I've become one of those bloggers that drives me crazy. Drops in every couple months to say how hectic things have been but now she's back in the saddle and then drops right back out again. 

So I'll try a different line. Because the truth is, it's not that I'm too busy. I've had so much more free time since I made the eastward move, I barely even know what to do with myself. My work day ends at 2:30 now, and though that only leaves me about two more hours of daylight, my days now feel endless. 

But the funny thing is, now that I have all this extra time on my hands, I'm finding new and creative ways to waste it. And by creative, I mean totally UN-creative (is that a word?) 

Mostly, that means finding new blogs to stalk, rearranging all my knick-knacks in the no-longer-so-new apartment, and trying to find storage space where there simply is none. I've also spent all kinds of time away from my new home, visiting friends who are now within driving distance, shooting over to the Cape to see my grandmother, shacking up with my aunt and uncle for a week after Mother Nature (bless her heart) dumped two feet of snow on us two days before Halloween. No power and no school for five days. It was actually kind of fun, especially the part where we got to cuddle up in front of my aunt's woodstove. 

There's another thing that's been stopping me from coming back. 

The writing. 

I was sick of it. And so glad to be free of writing every day. Apart from a freelance piece I wrote in October, I haven't had a story deadline looming over me in nearly three months. And that's been glorious, in many ways. It's come as a bit of a relief, too, I think. That this new career direction I've embarked on is not for nuthin. That somewhere off ahead of me there's some career that will fit like my favorite cozy sweater, and not make me feel like an anxious, bumbling headcase 99 percent of the time. 

Where was I?

I was a little burned out on the writing. And now I'm finding that I miss it. So there you go. I'm back to blogging. But without the stress. It's the holiday season, my absolute favorite time of year to have absolutely no commitments beyond nostalgic Christmas-themed activities. Watching It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, and of course, Home Alone. Drinking spiked eggnog. Then switching to cider, since I never really cared for eggnog. Trimming the tree. Soaking in that amazing scent of pine needles, even as they gather in little prickly mountains on the floor. 

Ahh. I love it all. 

So I will be enjoying it all. And dropping in whenever I feel like it to post a blog. It may be five days a week, or it may be one. Who knows. No commitments! No pressure! No nail-biting! New Megan!!

Well, we'll just have to see about that one. 

My new home. The Pioneer Valley.