A year and a day

Maybe I do have an addiction. My withdrawal symptoms ebb and flow, but three hundred and sixty-six days since my last published blog post, I find myself starting fresh--a new template, a new title, and a new focus. Well, hopefully that new focus will come in time.

I've been living in Washington, D.C. for almost a year now, trying to sort out a new job, a new group of friends, a new-ish city, and the creeping feeling that adulthood may have unexpectedly arrived at my doorstep. And if writing in this space on occasion does not help with the sorting, at least it will give me the opportunity to share words not followed directly by a formal citation and to gather thoughts that are not billed in six minute increments.