Back in mid-November, I said I was bored with my blog—that I was sick of trying to make my blog (and in turn myself) into something it isn’t.
Back in mid-November, I was in a funk: Christopher and I had just moved from Muskegon, Mich., to Dixon, Ill. He had just started a new job, and I had just started to feel guilty for not having one. We missed our friends and families. We missed our social lives. We were unsettled.
But in the last couple weeks, I have thought I could resurrect my blog—that I could learn to blog for me and only me and appreciate the readers who tag along for the ride.
Now, I am in a good place: Christopher and I have lived in Dixon for three months. He loves his job, and I have a job—two, in fact. We started training for a marathon, and we are kicking ass almost five weeks into it. We set a budget, and we are planning for our immediate future. We are settled.
I want to document this time in my life. I’ll only train for my first marathon once. I’ll only experience my first wedding anniversary once. I’ll only plan for parenthood once.
I also want to share it. But I don’t want to make myself crazy trying to come up with recipes just so I can blog, or remembering to take my camera to the restaurant just so I can blog or going somewhere out of the ordinary just so I can blog.
You can expect to see a lot of what you used to see here—recipes, race recaps and Midwestern shenanigans. You just might see it less frequently.
I hope you’ll come back. I’ve missed my blog. And I’ve missed you.