Oh, hey there, Internet. How's it going? Oh, yeah, I guess it has been a while, hasn't it?
Sooo... I've contemplated writing a number of things here and then mostly forgotten, or gotten lazy, or thought better of it. Sometimes, when someone takes a long leave of absence from the Internet, I wonder things like "Did something terrible happen she doesn't want to talk about? What sad fate befell her? Is she broke? Homeless? ...Dead?" Maybe I'm just pessimistic about other people's fates.
None of those things have happened to me: I am not befallen of any sad fates, no more broke than I have been, still housed and, yes, alive. I'd say I've been busy, which is kind of true -- since we last met, I've been making wedding plans and getting a new job and other such stuff but mostly, I have just kind of not really felt like posting much here. (Looking over the sadly outdated little list of links on the side there, it seems like a lot of the blogs I used to read also feel similarly.) I sometimes feel as though I missed the last few years of the Internet. I used to be such a good early adopter (I was on Facebook back when it was The Facebook and nobody pretended it was anything more than an ivory tower version of Friendster. Actually, that's how it was described to me by whoever first invited me "It's like Friendster for the Ivy League!" And I wondered what the point was, but I signed up anyway.) But these days, I find myself mostly confused and bored by a lot of it. Maybe I'm just getting old. (side note: I just published, edited, and republished this entry like three times trying to get the parenthesis in that last paragraph right. I am losing my touch.)
Anyway. Things are good. I like my new job. I love the organization for which I now work. (I always feel guilty saying this, like I'm cheating on my old organization, and feel the need to say things like "Not that they're not a great cause; but this just is something I feel more strongly about." Which only makes it sound more like a break-up.) The wedding planning is going well, and I've been thoroughly enjoying making frequent trips to visit my niece and nephew in MA. I think my friends sometimes must get bored of hearing me wax poetic about how brilliant my nephew is, but oh well. I do happen to think he's particularly smart and kind, and few things can make you feel as good about the world as a hug from a caring toddler.
...and now I'm rambling. Or I have been all along, when really, I should be in bed. (Why is it months of silence go by and I feel compelled to update this thing sometime after midnight when I have work in the morning?) What I meant to say is, Hi. I'm alive and well, just quiet.
