It's been over one year and four months since I left dA. And today, while looking through some old files, I was reminded of this place. The wonderful, beautiful people I left behind, and the love of writing I once held onto. I don't know where I've been exactly. My muses have been very quiet.
I wrote today.
For the first time in a long time, I wrote something just for pleasure- something that was not a research paper, or an essay. And it felt so good.
I won't be here everyday. Or even every week, most likely. But I won't be quite so distant as I have been. Aly is slowly returning, at least a little bit.