For Saturday mornings, when the only pressing dilemma is where to buy buth packets for lunch from.
For Saturday afternoons of cold showers in the shade of a rambutan tree.
For Saturday nights when all the friends that you’d ever need are all in one room.
So WordPress tells me I’ve been blogging for 7 years. Although the last two years don’t really count for much.
Makes me almost miss writing.
But do people in SL still write on blogs and read? Or is blogging like so 2008?
Another year over and how much has changed.
And yet here I am thinking about the things that stayed the same.
Things I’m not yet ready to change.
The odd years are the most interesting ones yet.
Just making a note of the year past.
The year of grit.
The year of fire.
The year of ‘nothing I cant do’.