It's been a year. It's been that long but feels so short to me. I've enjoyed much of the free time I have been asking ever since. But I never did any of the usual things that I really love to do like reading and blogging. I have been busy baking though. But I am so thankful to God and to Mr A for letting me have this long long vacation. Now I have to wake up. I have tons and tons of memories in my head but I couldn't blog them all now. I wanted to. I'll probably do them one at a time as long as my memories will help me. At least until the very small details I can still remember. Not getting any younger now. From this long hiatus, I realized I still love writing about something. I still love reading about novels and stuff. I still wanted to learn and make my mind work like it used to be. I am trying to pick up the pieces again.
I hope this will be the beginning of a new chapter. To hug back who I was back then. I miss certain people. I miss certain things. There are few that I don't but it doesn't mean they or it never crossed my mind for a second. Each single moment or thing is relevant. As it helps in building the center of that very beautiful memory you always go back to in your quiet days.
