It's Been a While.

Editions. 

Okay. 

I'm sitting on a plane with my almost-three-year-old son, listening to Cold War Kids while he commandeers my tablet for the duration of this flight.  (I am actually rather strict about his screen time- for these moments exactly).  

Some things have changed.  

Some have not. 

But let's get through this- 

Since I last blogged... well a lot has happened- but here's the nutshell version of events.

We moved from Norway

    to Spain

    to Virginia 

    to Florida.  

I wrote and self-published two *terrible* full length novels.  

My husband completed another Masters Degree. 

My education stalled in the wake of Motherhood. 

Ah- we had a baby. 

COVID- 

Cancer- 

More COVID- 

More cancer- 

F*ck it, let's start traveling again- 

This time we actually GOT COVID instead of just dealing with it's constant presence in our lives.  

Hurricanes. 

Evacuations. 

Possibly more cancer.

    and 

    

The inevitable return of the demon eating disorder- my oldest and least-beloved companion.

Oh and we rescued another demented shepherd dog.  

Oh again- navigating cancer while trying for another kiddo led to IVF, genetic testing, and the most profound and shattering grief and sense of loss I have ever felt (hello trigger). 

So here I am on this plane- here we are rather- traveling back to Florida after two frigid weeks in Colorado- and I thought I would take some time to reintroduce myself.  

Additions.

I started this blog well over a decade ago, a humble attempt to detail my travel escapades.  After a while and some heartache, it became something else entirely- a confessional of sorts.  An invitation to live through the worst possible (so I thought at the time) life moments with me.  Eventually I beat back the beast of a relapse and this space became, again, a journal about the journey.  

About life and how and where it takes you- me- all of us.  

In 2018 I decided to step away from this outlet, to take a break in order to collect myself and gather my words around me.  Today on this plane, I started writing again.  I started jotting down what was happening around me in my illegible shorthand.  

And it felt good.  

So I guess after all of this life, and all of these stories, I am back.  Back with more to tell, more to confess, more to admit.  

Hiatus? That was just the beginning.