I’m starting to write again. A while ago I saw an IG account of a girl I used to follow, she could probably be considered a socialite given her well-known surname and the old-money family she came from.
I unfollowed her last two years or so because her posts then were so downright depressing, dark, and negative. I later found out that she was diagnosed with clinical depression then.
I began fumbling through her instagram account and I was suddenly inspired to write. Because well, she is a good writer. I’ve been reading since I was a kid way until my adulthood and I know a good writer when I see –or scratch that– when I read one. It’s like she and I belong to the same color wheel although we differ in so many things. We are miles away from each other in the social class scale, as well as in how we opt to spend our nights: she loves the night life while I prefer to stay at home, she loves black while I prefer to wear colors, and so many other things. We are different in many things except for our love for writing. That’s where I understand her the most. The writing hiatus, the elusiveness of the muse sometimes that you have nothing but a blinking cursor to stare at.
For those of you who don’t know, this blog has been around for some time and it has witnessed several revisions from time to time. The former URL of this blog was lookingforeykhay.tumblr.com. I don’t remember why I chose that URL then, but I think it actually says a lot about the person that I was during that time in my life. And that person is a million light years away from who I’ve become now.
I’ve titled this first post after a rather long hiatus as “She’s Been Found” because I wanted to address the former URL I used several years ago. Now I’m at a point in my life where I’m not looking for AK anymore; she’s been found. I have a pretty good idea of who I am now and of where I am in my life now. I already have a concise idea of what s**t I’ll put up with and what I won’t. (Sorry for my French, I can’t help it especially when I tried to self-study the French language when I was in college. More of that in another post. If I remember, haha.)
So what I’ll be doing for the next few days or weeks would be to clean this blog up before I go public with it. It’s funny because it’s like coming home to a house you’ve left deserted for a long time, complete with its cobwebs, furnitures draped with white cloths, and mementos from the past that you forgot you had. So it’s literally out with the old and in with the new.
I might delete some and I might keep some that I’ve written. I think the past version of me deserves more than being just another deleted post.