This post is my personal love letter to my very special new home. Finally, I'm where I belong.
Nailed it
One week, one hand, two stories
A certain time of year
The New Yorker in the bath
Sighted and seen
A dislocated city
A brief interlude
This post is by way of an apology. I am no stranger to the idea that any good blog should get new content up regularly, and I had a little hiccup this past week and did not get a new post up. It's not lack of inspiration; like most people I currently have things bombarding my brain at a frightening rate.
Nor is it a lack of words; just at the moment they are flitting around my mind like a range of goodies in a lovely chocolate shop.
Rather, at this precise moment, it's a matter of time. Rarely should this be an excuse, but I am moving house in two days time and whilst this will be my third move this year, and I am becoming somewhat of a packing ninja, some things just take time.
Therefore, please take this post as my way of saying, you've not heard the last of me yet.