Return of the Late Di

Return of the Late Di

... but I'm not planning on dying for many decades.

I am sorry (to those who were following and to myself) for my temporary absence; I was verbally constipated. I wondered why I've been getting so hot-headed since I returned from my adventure. Part of it must be that I stopped writing for so long. Online, it looks as if I dropped off the edge of the world. And at times, I wished I could just slip out of my life and into a different one; the idea of starting life over with nothing but a backpack is so appealing that I almost did. The reality is, your life follows you wherever you go. Just because you go on vacation doesn't mean that you leave your problems and habits behind.

I've been all over the place emotionally since I returned, though physically I've hardly been anywhere. Things I used to be sure of I'm not sure of any more. Justin must be getting really good at bracing for sudden storms, because emotionally I feel like I'm living in the horse latitudes. I have taken things out on him that he doesn't deserve. It's tiring for me too. I have to find a job soon, and make some art soon, and write soon. But first I have to find the motivation for those things. I feel so drained by Indianapolis. I'm having a hard time tapping into inspiration and I can't believe I ever left Italy.

I'm not totally sure if I'll backtrack at all, or just start from where I am - resuming a blog after two months of silence isn't something I've done before. So for now, I'll just start with this little hello, and these photo highlights:

Hiking in Cinque Terre

Bike riding alongside Netherlandish sheep



Paint splatters from May Day riots in Berlin


Cotton blossoms in Rome

More soon ...