I have spent a lot of time right here lately. After a manic few months, despite a couple big trips last week, I've become a homebody. I don't want to go anywhere. No thank you. It's a new thing for me and I can't tell if I love it or hate it. There's that line from Sex and the City where Carrie talks about her bed becoming her own island for her + Aidan. Well, mine is sans hot man but I still have my own private Idaho.
I admit to not being a great blogger. Sometimes, oftentimes, I'm not sure what to say in this blog space. That is me in real life too. I'm not a natural sharer. I'm not a talker. Very often I'm told that people are surprised by how quiet I am when they first meet me. It takes a lot for me to be the first to say or share something, I like listening or asking questions. If I actually call you on the phone that's when you know that shit's hit the fan.
So it's kind of quiet around here lately. I like my privacy (which is ironic since I work in an industry that is all. about. sharing.) I like being on my own private island. For just a little while longer.