Here’s to coming back to the blogosphere, like a prodigal daughter that I am.
I’m not new to blogging. My first personal blog dated back to 2002, way back when the blogosphere predated Facebook and blogs were used as an online journal, shared to several friends to keep tabs with each other.
I was on a hiatus for 2 years and I realized I have outgrown my old blog. Ergo, I cajoled my procrastinating ass to do what I wanted to do all along:
Creating La Bella Vida proved to be a challenge.
Now, that’s an understatement.
I’m an expat’s wife. That’s the thing, though. I’m not just.
I’m an expat myself who carved my career on being a digital junkie and a sort of user experience design executive. I work an average of 9-10 hours daily, also stubbornly refusing to let go of my daily fitness regimen and social calendar. So where will I squeeze the writing in?
In any way I can, through any time left that I can wrangle from my burgeoning calendar, because I really, really want to write again.
So here I am, reclaiming my insy teensy space.
The focus of my writing will pretty much be where I would have a lot of material on: books, wine, food, fitness and travel. Being an expat married to another expat, traveling became second nature. I get antsy when I don’t travel and wanderlust is not an occasional bug that bites. It is my steady state.
Similarly, I get the jitters when I’m not reading anything, with fingers shaking and panic attacks. Reading is a favorite outlet and therapy. I don’t watch TV, except for the occasional interesting Netflix TV series, and I can’t even last beyond a single episode. I prefer to use my imagination, thus, my long-standing love affair with books. Although I have a Kindle Paperwhite (best gadget investment evuuur), I prefer the smell and feel of real books. The smell of old books and library…aaaaah…divine.
Wine. Wine is my second water. I believe Bacchus is my long-lost Greek god brother and I rejoice the fact that turning water into wine is Christ’s first miracle.
One of my favorite things to do when I travel is to visit vineyards and get acquainted with different wines produced by different kinds of rolling hills, weather and grape varieties.
To sum it up, a perfect day for me is this: a clear blue sky in a Tuscan vineyard with a glass of Chianti Classico Riserva, armed with a good Dystopian novel.
With that, I look forward to writing about remarkable moments like that.
And here’s to beginning again.