Writing to you from...an apartment.
So just like many of my many favorite bloggers out there, I too, seem to be slowly falling off the face of the earth. I'm still here. Just like I know you all are out there somewhere, too. We all have lives, and taking some extra time to sit down and type out stuff that sometimes you think: "who the heck even cares to read this... why should I even care?" seems too insignificant and bothersome in light of the real stuff that we need to tend to in our everyday lives. But then, writing can be therapeutic and purging. Not that you have to write about anything personal--but just getting something out there can be a surprisingly gratifying release. I know I mentioned we were in the process of selling our condo and looking for a house. We're now in the middle stage of all that. Sitting on the patio of our temporary apartment, typing away. We thought we would be waiting for a very long time to sell our condo, but as it turned out, the opposite problem happ...