Dear Reader,
I’m sorry I have been
distant. To say that I’ve been busy is no excuse. You deserve better than that.
I treasure your loyalty and I
hope that you've been salivating for my return to this blog, though I might be
optimistic. I want to recommit to this relationship. We’ll start slow. I’ll
give you all the time you need.
Please don’t think that I am
only affording you the attention since the Oscar Pistorius Trial is on a two
week break (which helps, I won’t lie). In writing you this post I have realized
that these few months have left me with tons of experience, ideas and topics
that I would like to share with you.
Yes, this first post might seem bizarre. It's to show you that I miss you in my life. I need to write this blog to prove to myself that I'm not slowly losing my marbles and because it's the most fun writing I do. You make me a happier writer and I don't want to live alone any more.
If you’ll have me back, I’m
ready to start over.
All my love,
Jeanine
Ps: I’ve been reflecting on
how colossally banal my own solitary arrangement is AKA living by myself. You’ll probably deduce from the above letter that my life is indeed a sad one.
But fear not, dear reader, I am still in a long distance relationship with a loving,
gorgeous, incredibly kind hearted man. Yes, we’re doing great. No, this post is
not a hint that my solitary living arrangement should change any time soon. I’ve
just been reflecting on what it means to live alone. I fluctuate between
feelings of “well, this sucks” and “I freaking love this”.
