This is not the return.
This, whatever ‘this’ is.. (because after all this time I never really worked out what it is i’m writing about), is the last post i’ll make. I kind of lied when I said ‘everybody returns some day’- not entirely accurate… but at least this blog, in its current state, won’t be returning. Instead it will path way to a new website (see here, and here soon), a slightly different form of communication and way to share the images i’ve taken (and maybe words too).
In a weeks time when this goes down, you’ll be able to find an archived version through the redirected website.. incase you like to reminisce like I often do.
So as my last post.. For those who frequented over the past 3 and a bit years: Thank you for reading. For looking. For following me on my travels. For disregarding my moody posts about girls I loved. For places I yearned to be (in retrospect, I realise what kind of person I was. I was that person.. if you know what i’m talking about.. don’t be that person). You’ll be happy to know that I (mostly) grew up (from the very first post). My hair is long now. I haven’t got any more tattoos (Mums will be proud. Mine in particular). I have semi-found my place in the working world (*I say this having had a good week. Who knows what next week will bring) and right now i’m very excited about the months to come.
The first line of this post has stuck with me since the beginning: what is it that I spent near 4 years writing about? The other week I was watching re-runs of the Wonder Years and trying to explain to Ella, having never seen the show, what it was all about.. I find a (very romanticised) link between their story and the words i’ve put down on on this blog. I think to summarise it all nicely.. Thank you for being patient with me while I was (and still am) trying to figure things out.