Long Time, No Blog

O.K., so I've been ridiculously horrible about not keeping up my blog! It becomes a vicious cycle: I get lazy and don't blog and then people lose interest and don't check my blog and then I don't blog again because I figure nobody's reading it and I'm just writing out into lonely cyberspace and I don't want to harass all my friends with e-mails saying, "read my blog again!" because then they'll read it and I'll get lazy again and not post and everybody will get mad at me.

But I digress. I think it's time I started blogging again, as I've got a new computer with pretty blue lights and a "borrowed" wireless connection in my apartment, so I figure those are as good reasons as any. If anybody's out there, by all means leave a comment, even if you're an extraterrestrial and I don't understand what you're saying, at least I will know there is a soul out there who has attempted contact in this never-ending, expanding blogosphere.

So I'm back in Buenos Aires for the last couple gloomy chilly rainy weeks of winter which I figure will help me to appreciate the spring more. I went back to the states for a much-reveled in month and a half of summer, zoomed around visiting family and friends, continued playing vendor in the Cultural Survival Bazaars, went whitewater rafting, hung out by the ocean, celebrated my thirtieth birthday early a couple times (eek, the real thing is soon! eh, whatever. I'm realizing thirty doesn't mean anything anymore, used to be people's whole life spans, but hey....)

Before my trip to the states I had a bit of a challenging run of things, got my bag stolen, broke my foot (during which my most loyal companion was a black cat missing one of her paws who took to me quite possessively), got my apartment broken into and camera and computer stolen--along with years of writing, bounced around without any form of stable, affordable housing for a while, and have learned much about the chaos and instability of Argentine life.

On the upside, I found a great writers' group, have been bravely carving away at my writers' block, loving the fair trade thing, teaching freelance English, being in love, speaking Spanish like a porteno, making friends, learning the art of patience, and being grateful that I can walk again.

I now have a cute tiny studio apartment off a shared rooftop terrace, and I feel like a parrot in a little concrete nest, looking out at the other nests with their tufts of plants on their balconies, and listening to thundertsorms pounding hard on my roof.

Will write more, I promise.