YES, I realize this blog endeavor has been little more than a virtual placeholder for well over a year, and that all my updates consist of (probably imperceptibly) altering the mid-century color scheme. But fear not, loyal readers (…Bueller?): 2013 has been so packed with experiences too-unbelievable-to-be-fiction that I couldn’t help but be inspired. And I’ve been recording stories to post here, along with the ridiculously detailed reviews you’ve been requesting. And by “requesting,” I mean friends asking which Etsy toiletry bag I’m considering for Berlin and the recipe for my latest DIY Vitamin C serum. I took the liberty of stretching those casual questions into demands for content.
Plus, in the latest round of compulsively adding books to my goodreads list, I stumbled upon this gem of a quote from author Isabel Allende:
Write what should not be forgotten.
I’m sure there is a more pretentious bent one could take here, and in truth, she’s probably referring to serious essays on social justice or brilliant novels featuring magical realism. But I’ve decided to co-opt the concept for my own misadventures. And so, I’m offering this simple phrase: December is officially dedicated to writing. Well, and travel. And holiday
shopping attempts to create meaningful gifts without depleting the dwindling balance Wells Fargo so indelicately insists on pointing out to me. And there will probably be more sake involved than usual. But get ready, 2014 (cue Survivor) - it’s on.
I’m pretty sure you can’t post it on the Internet if it’s not true.