Like all things, sometimes I just don’t know where to begin.
In this particular case, I don’t know why I stopped writing. I still write in my head, but we all know how well that goes. *coughs*Karen*coughs*
Priorities shift, things come up and then there are the excuses. And yet, I don’t know where this falls into. A little bit of all and a little of something that isn’t there.
And such is life about all these things.
I feel like it’s a graveyard of words of days past. But hasn’t it always been? Isn’t that what the Internet is for? A graveyard of fleeting moments of time? Information be damned when one doesn’t reference it beyond a year.
I’m sure people will disagree and other bloggers won’t say that their blog is a graveyard, but I’m okay with mine being one since the beginning. It’s a graveyard of memories, adventures, stories, anecdotes and all the mundane of this life of Pham. It’ll be here for me to walk through here and there; and perhaps for those of future generations.