Too long, too long.

It has been over a year since I last posted, but I swear that I have thought about posting every day.  And, yet, I haven't.  What the fuck?

 

I'm sitting at my window on a rainy Friday night. The boy is asleep. I've been bored and watching tv all night.

Not a fucking thing has changed since we moved here almost a year ago. Same Julia. Different location. 

 

I am really disappointed in myself. This move was supposed to mark a new beginning for us. A launch into the next phase of our lives. But I feel more stymied than ever. I feel more bored than ever. There is absolutely nothing interesting going on for me right now. I have no interest in my own life.

 

I think that's why I haven't written anything in so long.  Sure, sometimes I have stories or ideas that I think of writing about, but then they just slip into the ether, and the page stays blank.

 

So I guess today should mark the new beginning of my new beginning.  Because I swear to God, there is more to life than TV and staring out the window, and I am going to get out off the couch and out of my (super-comfy) pj's and find it.