It's about time...

I just couldn't really put El Salvador into words.  I just couldn't.  I scribbled bits and pieces in a journal for myself, but for fear of the work, I never came back here.  And I regret it. Maybe I will someday. Maybe this is how I end up getting so far away from myself.  I'm not holding myself accountable when I'm not writing.  Before you know it, I'm hanging out with people who only ever talk about being drunk/sick/annoyed/and/or/hungover.  God. It's about time.

I'm getting quiet again, introspective again, so I expect I'll be back here.  I am not exactly sure what it is this time, but I'm sure I'll figure it out.

I am planning a journey to Haiti and a trip to Cuba, but how about a little every-day writing before I run away?

I think so too.  And I would appreciate it if you spent a little more time here too.  Let's write something more than 140 characters, post something a little less tumbly, and be a little more honest than 595 facebook "friends" allow.  Shall we?