Back At It.

Well. So much for my jumping back on the blogging bandwagon two weeks ago, friends; I surely could not have been more false in that promise. Holy moly.

But really. Can we just step back a brief minute-- where the heck did these past two weeks three months go on and disappear to? I swear, just the other day it was March, wasn't it? And yet as I found myself touching wheels down in New York on Sunday night, the hard realization that somehow life had gone on and skipped ahead to June hit me hard. My goodness. Then again, I suppose that's what eleven straight weeks of travel will do to you.

Eleven weeks. Eleven weeks of 3oz liquids and carry-on luggage. Eleven weeks spent on 17 planes and 4 trains. Eleven weeks filled with five separate stops in Missouri, two quick reprieves at home in Virginia, a pit stop in DC, and a work weekend here and there in Pennsylvania, Louisiana, and Texas for good measure. Eleven weeks of inconsistency. To say that it has been a long, busy & hectic three months would be an understatement. Yes. But here we are. It's a new week-- a new month, I suppose, for that matter-- and I'm home. Home. Here's to getting back to that daily grind, back to the familiar.

More than anything though, I just have to say thank you. Thank you for sticking around and patiently waiting for me to get my life in order. And for putting up with my all too familiar excuse of life being busy as of late. I must admit a part of me was deathly afraid to log in to joie de vivre last night for fear that I'd find you all had up and left. Well, a sincere thank you for squashing that silly insecurity; shame on me. (Have I mentioned lately how much you readers totally rock my world?)

But seriously, I have truly missed swinging by to say hello every morning. Let's get back to that again, shall we? Enough of this travel nonsense.

I'll be seeing you again soon.
xo