The very reason I am back is mostly because my previous blogs have disappeared from existence. The strange thing about the Internet is that it hardly leaves a trace - no gaps, no musty emptiness, no faint whiff of life - and so, when I discovered that all my writings had vanished, all ten years worth, it felt like a part of me that is now gone, had never really been there in the first place. How bizarrely cathartic.
I wrote mostly during uni just to inform friends and family that I was still alive. And then it became a good way for me to remind myself that I needed to live (and not study). But it soon became difficult to fit into my routine when I started working.
It didn't mean that I stopped writing, for if you know me well, you would know that I breathe through the written word. I published my articles for others, my musings and thoughts were graded for credit and at times, in the night, I wrote to myself to sleep.
I'm still doing that, by the way. But I miss blogging; for some strange reason. Perhaps it's this innate desire to immortalise myself somewhere (yes, we are all inherently narcissistic, to a degree). This doesn't mean that I have converted to the masses, their antics splashed across the screen - what did I eat today; look at what I'm wearing; why, guess what my boyfriend bought for me. None of that, please.
And so, I'd thought I'd let you know that I'm back. If it mattered, of course. :)
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