I got back on Sunday night. My faucets sputtered upon being turned on, spitting out buckets of rusty water before finally running clear. I twisted the knob on my gas stove, and the tick-tick-tick-tick-tick seemed to last forever before the familiar blue and orange flame flared. I turned on my heater and a small cloud of dust filled the room. I went to the bathroom, realized I was out of toilet paper, and honestly didn't know if I had any more. I can't remember the last time I went to the grocery store. I probably don't even know the checkers at Whole Foods by name anymore.
My new juicer is still in the box.
So is my new home canning set.
I don't even remember what that was in my fridge (hint: that's not freezer burn, that's mold).
I don't know how old that almond butter, Earth Balance, miso paste or Tofutti Cream Cheese is.
I think that used to be ginger. I'm not 100% sure.
I think these used to be bangs.
But all of this comes with a silver lining. I love what I do and I am so incredibly grateful to have a job, even one that keeps me away from my friends and family and my beautiful, amazing boyfriend so much. And my blog.
I am not giving up on you. This blog is not going anywhere. It might only get updated twice a month for now, but for my career this job is the boot camp that's preparing me for war. And the fact that my Christmas bonus was literally 10 times what it was last year, that certainly helps.
Luckily, I am off for the next three days and am going to be in the United States of America for the next six weeks! That's the longest I've been home for one time in the last 10 months. So you can expect some more posts in the near future. And this marks the end of me apologizing for not being here enough for you. From now on my posts will be as though I was never gone.
Big things are happening this year, loves. I have more faith than a grain of mustard seed in my future. I have two cameras that work and a stack of new cookbooks a mile high thanks to my family and their Amazon.com gift certificates. I have the best boyfriend in the world who I just couldn't live with out, one who keeps me grounded when I'm flying and flying when I'm on the ground.
And I have YOU. Thank you for being there even though I'm not always here. Thank you for not blaming me for never having time to read your blogs. Thank you for your faith.
Happy New Year, Love.