It’s real, I am missing in action. My blog is critically ill. I don’t seem to find the motivation to blog, or to work on photographs. Not that there is lack of action in my life…
I guess it is just the moving. The mourning, the leaving behind, the accepting the new life and the new way of life.
People following me on Instagram know that I am shooting on a daily base, colorful and bright. Bread is baked, bananabread comes out of the oven smelling like bananas. My granniebabies skype me and I can take a couple of screendumps so I can enjoy them when not online. I am looking at clouds and admiring the sometimes heavy laden skies of the American South West.
Dog training is still in full swing, a never ending project.
Sock drawer is slowly getting filled up.
Will I ever go back to blogging? I don’t know. My groupies keep asking me, but Mojo has left the building.
Being a “double” expat having left my second homeland behind to start over in a third homeland, new friendships, new road maps, new streets, stores and views, it might be better to just shut down the blog operation for a while and dealing with the absent Mojo.
It’s not that rare to move from one side of the world to the other. Military families do it every two years. Don’t ask me how they do it. Packing up kids, family, belongings to jump oceans and settle down over and over again. Every friggin two years.
If you happen to meet my Mojo, tell her that she can come back at her pace, and I will probably start blogging again when I am ready for it. It might take a while longer though.
Life is good, the sun shines often and a Belgian-UK trip is coming up.
Maybe I’ll bump into Mojo in Belgium.
For now Instagram and facebook are the only updated webspots.
Mojo come back! You are needed…Share