Oh boy, here we go again.
But, first off, haven't we been through this charade for the past few months now? Three weeks or so of nothing written, and then, the next few days spent chasing posts on here. And it's not like I haven't been writing elsewhere - I mean, I wrote two things over on the Once Monthly. Things don't just write themselves, after all. Not the way they used to, at least.
To be fair, though, it's been a pretty busy past few weeks. I found myself chasing a magazine towards the finish line, and stumbling every time because we're also working on an event, a flagship event, and things can get pretty frantic on that front. I mean, we haven't done that event for four years. We had plans back then, but lockdowns happened and we had to shelve them. Far too long, as it turns out, so revisiting them wasn't as easy as we thought.
Still, as I write this, tomorrow, I'm heading back to Cebu. My first travel in three years, actually longer, come to think of it. I have a lot of things to relearn to, like what to pack, or how to pack. I mean, I had to teach myself how to do it again. My one-time boast of being "well-traveled", made on the basis of being on a plane relatively regularly, no longer means anything.
It seems much harder to do now, too. Now that I'm living alone and raising a cat, I have to arrange a few more things to make sure things work out just fine. My sister's coming over. She has to be the one to come over, rather than me bringing the cat over my old place, because you know cats. But I suppose that comes with age. At this point you can no longer just pack your bags and go somewhere. I suppose it's why we romanticize our 20s, when we were able to do it, provided we had the money and, perhaps, a powerful passport.
So, yes, I've been busy, and I have a stronger excuse for going through this charade again. I mean, anything is better than "I haven't really been feeling like writing here lately".
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