Day 161: Reborn.

Can a blog be reborn? Can the trust of reader(s) be restored? Probably not. But when I am awoken from my slumber of darkness, that is, my recent blogless life, I can't help but make the promise. To myself. To the reader(s). To the world. I promise (when technically & timezone-ally possible) to maintain my blog as it was intended, daily.

We've left our 'home' in Portland, OR. Usually leaving is an energizing delight, but to my dismay I liked Portland. I liked my life. I liked my home. And so, here I sit amidst unusually dreary weather in Missoula, MT. On a another's computer. Looking out another's window, through its unfocusably tiny-squared screen barrier. At that squirrel, on another's bike. When I realize, home is nice. Wherever that home may be: temporarily or permanently, fantasy or for reals, it's nice.