I thought blogging was like an online journal, but I can’t write what I don’t want to share. So it would be more accurate to call blogging an open journal. For all who care to look for it WILL find it.
I also have to admit something. I can’t blog about decluttering because I am struggling with that. I am no hoarder, just a regular Jane who’s got a hard time purging her life of the unnecessary crap Target, Macy’s, Staples and Bed Bad and Beyond thing you MUST own. Not even talking about old correspondence I can’t part from, it’s just too hard. Including bank statements that are over 3 years old. Ya know, just in case! Still making progress, but nothing that deserves front and center stage here, on Franco-American Dream.
All this time, I’ve been thinking. And I finally admitted something. Some topics are off-limits because, well, there is no privacy in this world and the last thing I want to do is hurt myself or anyone else by accident. It’s nothing new, but it’s something I needed to write down for myself. Note for later: It’s okay to be selective, it’s my blog.
Most of the things I’ve been thinking about lately are related to cultural habits and perceptions; how different things are, yet how well one can adapt and forget the way “things used to be”. I find this aspect of life across different countries so fascinating!
And of course the shaping of a new life is forever intriguing. I am thinking about my son, whom I’m raising bilingual with my husband (me, in French; him, in English). Great writing materials!!
A note of warning that may disappoint my loyal 25 subscribers: I must switch the email delivery of my posts from Aweber to a free alternative; since it has not been used very much (one post every… 3 months now??), I can’t justify the $19 per month. Just wanted to warn you before it stops.
And once I figure out what’s wrong with my feed, there will be another way, promise! Though, it’s certainly presumptuous on my part to think you may still be interested in reading me considering I’ve left you down for so long.
On the upside, I’ve worked on so many topics inside my head, I will make it up to you.
Proof of my newly found enthusiasm?
It’s past 2am, and my brain was bursting at the seams, I could not sleep! So I came down to post an update and make peace with the growing silence that was haunting me.
Turns out, I’ve been missing you lately.