Ago...I stopped writing here, right in the middle of yet another travel tale...creativity just stopped there, went blank and that was it...and I don't even have an explanation or decent excuse...it's just...wasn't there anymore...very abrupt, just like so...
This move to a new site has prompted me to return as a reader...so I've been reading me...lately...and I've been thinking...again...I am reminded by my own words how I've been thinking was a trigger that used to open up a flow of words...meaningful and not, lots of words at time, even now they felt too long for a scrolling comfort...and yet this is a his story...a history of me, my life in a nutshell as perceived at these snippets of time recorded for no particular reason...and now, re reading it made it sentimentally real again...perhaps, I've got old and with it - emotional...again...
so, I've played with the new place a little bit, layout, posts, general design...it puzzled me at a start why, as I didn't have an intention to continue with this blog...But it feels unfinished...and it feels almost a matter of honour to pay this last homage to the place where my heart and soul were exposed for such a long time...five years ago for the last time...five years?!..how time flies!...
I am promising myself and setting this promise in writing here... I will finish off my last travel tale of the journey to the most exotic place of all I've been in my lifetime. This would be a proper end of the MissTick as we know her, coincidentally wrapping up a lifespan of 17 years of blogging and a half century of living in this realm of our troublesome world...what will happen next...we shall wait and see, I guess...