When I was preparing to return from Lebanon to Virginia I had been working on a new tattoo design, and I fully intend to get it – but I got distracted.
I recently posted on Facebook I am going to be taking a bit of time away from social media, so I really don’t know what that means for blogging – I suppose it is also included, my time online has been sporadic at best. I am no longer creative and have no inspiration or drive to create or stretch whatever artistic wings I had developed while in Beirut.
Promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate (online and in person) so that you're part of the solution...
First steps – it has been a while since I have posted and I still really have nothing to say or share that I feel is worthy enough to “impart” to all ya’ll. I did stumble across the quote a while back and felt it needed to be shared, so there ya go. I am moving into the new apartment next week and still am completely undone and out of place where I am at. Love my job, love the people I serve and work with, but hate the situation I am placed in – so far from home where I need to be. Nothing can be done about that currently, so will have to make do. Two respites have been bike riding and shooting, but as much as I’d like a paddleboard or kayak again I can’t squeeze the funds out just yet.
Well, that’s it and likely all you’re going to get for an update anytime soon!
It has been a while since I posted properly. Life has been one enormous set of transitions and changes since March. Life goes on and I am still getting settled, though I don’t know how well I’ll be truly settled. As I shared in a previous “post” I have in rapid succession found both a car and a place to live, so some of the pressing needs have been met. As I find my way in a new job, old community, and place I haven’t been in for a while ironically my car’s model is a Compass. My new apartment is very close to work and on better, cooler days I may have the luxury of walking or biking to work. I’ll be leaving Bumpass once again in less than two months, only to move into the town of Louisa – from the pan into the fire?
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through this world of woe. Yet there's no sickness, toil, nor danger, in that bright land to which I go.
So when things happen, they happen. In just a couple weeks I bought a car and have made a deposit for a new apartment. I’ll be leaving my family’s “farm” later in September and once again look forward to being on my own, though I miss Maria terribly. Ironically, the make of the new-ish car is a Jeep Compass, so here’s to finding our way in this messed up world of ours.