Despite the fact that I’ve only written a single post since the beginning of this month, people have kept subscribing to my blog. I appreciate the vote of confidence, and I suppose I should start writing again to make your loyalty worthwhile.
I recently read an old diary of mine from when I was fourteen-ish. I had tried to make it fun in the beginning in the way I’d thought diaries were supposed to be, like YA contemporary novels and 90s teen flicks. But I gave up about halfway through.
I’ve left two schools in the past six months. One was a typical, happy, graduation kind of leave. The other was a non-typical, special-circumstances kind of leave. There are some things that only happen with the first kind and some things that only happen with the second, and there are a few that happen with both.
I quit school. If you’re wondering what that last post was about, it’s that.
I like to complete things. Whether the first draft of a book or my entire university degree, I enjoy the sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing something I worked hard on.
Today on the way home from work, I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, when I caught a glimpse of an extraordinary piece of artwork.
Today I had to break out the coat which in Winchester was my winter coat but here in Calgary is just an early autumn coat.