Blogging has suffered this year for a number of reasons. The temptation to start every post with a ‘sorry for not blogging recently’ has been overwhelming on most occasions, but today, I’m not apologising. Instead, I’m going to be honest.
I’m aware that what I’m about to say will sound a little ‘woe is me’. That’s not the intention. But it’s been a year of highs and lows with some not so great moments eclipsed by better ones and vice versa. There’s been family illness, a complicated and stressful house sale and frustration over, despite thinking you have everything under control, the universe will still do what ever it damn well pleases.
What I should have done earlier this year is instigate a blogging break. When I neglect Wine and Olives, I feel guilty; does this happen to anyone else? Rather than try to scramble for time to fit in a post, I should have admitted that time has been far from the essence. This post is dedicated to one of the reasons why this year has been so demanding.
Our flat in Rodney Street was the first home Rob and I bought together. It was the start of us living together; the beginning of a new chapter in our lives and the place we discovered, with complete certainty, that we wanted to build a life together. It was the happiest of homes.
So, why move? The time came for a change; a little more space, our own front door and the desire to come down a few flights of stairs (I won’t miss hauling the shopping up four floors). But the reasoning and the rationalising didn’t make it any easier in the end and I shed more than a few tears standing in an empty, echoey home last Monday when I closed the door for the very last time.
A blog post was most definitely owed to this most bittersweet of occasions. As is my pledge to be a little less hard on myself and a little more honest. I love Wine and Olives and I appreciate every single one of you that visits my blog and leaves comments and I wouldn’t change what I have here for the world. I’m not making any promises (see, I’m getting better already) but I’m hopeful that in the coming months I’ll have more time to write about the things that I love. The pressure is off, and oh my word does it feel good.
Thank you all for reading and I’ll be back soon with another Venice post.2 likes