I missed it last year, but I will not miss it now... Two years ago, on the 10th of May, I wrote my first post.
Nobody knew me back then, (almost) no one read what I had to say...
But I knew I had to do it. I had to write. I still feel the need to write, even when I'm not travelling. Writing has become a kind of psychotherapy. I think most bloggers would agree on that...
This blog became famous when I decided to go around the world. I would start from Italy and go on travelling to the farms of the world. When a friend wrote an article on me and my story in a famous website, my blog got 3.500 hits in one day! I was overwhelmed! The comments were good and bad, but I didn't care. I was going on the trip of a life time!
I have now 59 followers and many more who are not followers. They honour me with their comments and the mere fact they are still reading.
But I have to move on. Keep on living. Keep on creating. Keep on dreaming of going around the world.
In the safety of my family, I am planning the future.
Instead of introducing a TV in my new home, I took out my sewing mashine and put it where I could not miss it. For days it was looking at me. Inviting me. So I started again.
I fixed my duvet cover. I made a cover for a little table. I ended up making 3 bags because I did not like the bags offered in the stores. Yesterday I made a pouch for my tobacco. Sewing is back in my life. A burst of creativity.
And then it struck me. Show it to the world! Make a new blog with these artifacts! And I did! I now have to photograph everything. Practice my photography on another subject! I'm so exhited and I can't hide it!
I like the exclamation mark. It's become part of who I am.