In Which We Say Goodbye

The year somehow dragged and sped passed us. I don’t know how else to explain the news cycle of absolute chaos. The fact that the farce of the Trump administration has dismantled the progress, leaving his own supporters drowning. Part of me wants to take the Rorschach stance, but the humanist in me knows that even those I disagree with deserve help. Fucking, morality.

And despite all the bad, and, yes, there was a lot of bad, I somehow managed to get through work and school. At the job, I earned a new position after a vacancy opened. My colleague left us for another department, earning himself a little promotion to librarian. I have got the bigger office now. And as for school, meeting so many new faces and holding conversations is something that I miss deeply as an adult (not that I lack the people, but we just lack the time).

The writing bug bit me as I delved deeper into the Eddie Montalvo story, that something new has been borne. I will share the proto essay that will become something else in the future (hopefully during my creative writing class next semester).

I have thought a lot about this blog, though. I have ignored it. I want to make more time next year. Schedule it in my planner. During my time off, I haven’t even begun working on my poetry month posts. It’ll have to be made on the fly again, I’m afraid.

Anyway, this post is just that. A filler post. Something to have to mark the end of 2025. Until next year, fellow book hunters.