It is safe to say that I have been busy for the last few months. The move and all the baggage that came with it kept me with my nose to the grind. I was doing a lot of stuff, stretching myself to the limit. and all of it geared to finding the perfect place and the right environment. I can easily say I have accomplished some of my goals, though there are many still unaccounted for. I can also say I have arrived to a point where single steps count more than massive moves.
I have done the move, the one I had planed for eons. Now I am where I wanted to be and doing the things I had always wanted to do. The sense of accomplishment should be fulfilled. It is okay if it is not. it was at least taking it in the right direction. One of the things that has given me some satisfaction has to do with the fact that I kept on writing all throughout the period that the move kept on my toes. I have never stopped doing it despite some aspects falling apart from time to time. Writing was never an issue. On the contrary, it was the place to go when things were not going well on other fronts. It has been a refuge and the solace necessary to keep going on all fronts.
