Authors Notice.
When I first embarked on my vacation back in October, I had no way of knowing that so much of my life would change in such a short span of time. Laterally in one month, I've uprooted my entire life, and altered the current path of my existence. This is in no way a post of my saying that I am giving up on any of my current works or this story. To the contrary, it is what I believe to be a much needed explanation on why I have not been writing, or updating anything. To you the readers, I apologize for my lack of consistency. If you don't require an explanation, just know that I will be back with the next few chapters shortly. If you would like one, read on.
When I stepped off the plane when I reached my destination, I was struck by two thoughts. The first, was that it was incredible, the strange sense of home one can feel by seeing another person leaning against a wall, waiting for your arrival, with a smile on their face. And the second, after collecting my one bag from baggage claim and heading out of the airport to be greeted by snow, in October of all the months, was that this felt home.
As we drove through the city and I was able to take in the sights, and see the flow of those place, so much less busy than my homeport of Seattle, saw the space between the buildings, the bright lights, the theaters, the art that is so engrained into the culture of this state, I fell in love.
My visit was supposed to last two weeks, and when the date of my return rolled around I knew that I couldn't leave, something in myself wouldn't allow it, and so I extended my trip another two weeks. It wasn't until two days before I was supposed to leave, shopping at Target of all places with my friends (and now roommates) that I realized I wanted this place, this magical place to be my home. I had finally found in one month, everything I'd been searching for my whole life. Therefore, with some trepidation, a few tears (okay more than a few) and three phone calls, I made the decision to stay.
For the last four months, I've been here, living, readjusting, reestablishing. And during these months, as one might imagine my mind, body and soul have been going through a bit of a tumultuous journey getting out of the homesickness, and missing those people, and those things, that safety net that I so deeply needed while I was there just to scrape by through one more day, and replacing them with myself, with an inner strength to do well, and to live well, and to be happy for myself, and not other people it has been quite the journey; as you could imagine I'm sure.
Now that I have settled in, and have found my rhythm, I feel confident enough to start writing again. And with this confidence the next chapters of this work of fiction will be concocted. Thank you for baring with me, sweet readers. I hope to not disappoint you like this again in the future with my absence.
XoXo,
Booky