Ever since I have returned from my escape to the countryside, I have been in a bit of a blogging black hole.
I don't know if it was the fresh air that cleared my brain a little too well and wiped away all blogging inspiration, or if it was the time spent with two wonderful girlfriends that sent me into a spin. Or maybe it's the chaos of the impending move, the second in as many months. Whatever it is, it has kept my laptop closed for days and tapping away now feels a little bit foreign for some reason.
Every day that has ended, I have kicked myself for not blogging but then I remembered this little post I wrote way back (and hasn't it gone quickly) in January about enjoying my writing and not blogging for the sake of it.
Expat life is complicated at the best of times. And yes I am still using the expat title because after living in another country for three years, London doesn't 100% feel like home. I feel a little bit like an outsider here; like a tourist in my own town, like someone re-organised and revamped the city in my absence. And while that brings with it a host of blogging opportunities, the other side of expat life; the organisation, the packing, the paperwork, the stressing sometimes gets in the way.
And then I decided not to be so hard on myself.