I'm home. It feels like I've been gone over a long weekend, not 7 weeks. Things are largely the same here as I left them.
I know this blog has been a great source of enjoyment for many, and I am not done with it yet. Writing for an audience, the vast, unknown audience of the Internet, about something that evolved into a very personal journey, is more difficult than I anticipated. By difficult, I mean, unexpected, internalized pressure to perform, to entertain. I want to keep my writings real, honest, emotional. But that's exposing a lot of my soul that I'm not sure I want to anymore. Not over this forum. Those are stories for a cup of coffee across a table, a glass of wine on the porch.
There's a good chance, in those early morning hours, when the children are still sleeping, and I've got my cup of coffee in hand here, and you have yours on the other side of the computer screen, I'll write up more things to share. Drafts from months ago that I'll finish and publish. The topic that drifts into my head as I'm relaxing into bed for the night. In the meantime, the babies are up for the day, and there's new adventures to be had, at home, with them.
