The Broad Running Broad

I didn’t plan on going almost a month without writing. And in all honesty, I was imagining a more upbeat blog post.

So the life update: after almost eight years, a chapter in my old place closed earlier this month. I’ve mentioned a life change coming on here several times throughout the past few months, and after six long months of looking, and then preparing and packing, I moved into my new place earlier this month.

The big pink Christmas tree is up.

Marina has already done a few kitty burnouts on the laminated hall floors (which as a side note are more fun to clean than the old carpet. And easier.)

I’ve already gone on a walk through the neighborhood that backs up to my new home to pinpoint potential running paths, and to my delight, every neighbor I saw when I was outside smiled and said hello. It’s been a long time since I’ve been around so many friendly strangers and it’s pretty nice.

So for the most part, my life has seen a massive shift towards the better, the peaceful and happier.

So then why would I title this after a song a Simon and Garfunkel song that’s famously and plainly about people being unable to talk to each other?

Frankly Reader-friends, age and a psychological shift have kicked in. In hindsight the shift has been happening over this past year. Back in January I declared 2023 the year of the wild child.

Turns out I was way off.

It was the year of revelation and having to come to terms with things changing when I wasn’t expecting them to. It was the year of fate kicking into high gear and telling me “Put your shoes on – you’re moving now or you’re staying here forever.” There was discomfort alongside the growth, and having to wait for the light at the end of the tunnel.

And for once in my life, I don’t want to tell the Internet all about it (the irony of this being on a blog is not lost on me, in case you were wondering.)

The past few years I’ve shifted from being a complete open book to somewhat open to now feeling redundant and not really being in the mood to talk or write or share on social media. I just … don’t care anymore. The sound of silence is over me, and to be honest, I’m not mad about it.

I’m looking forward to some peace and quiet, as well as seeing all that’s going on around me again.

So Reader-friends, this isn’t announcing the end of The Broad Running Broad. Perhaps I’ll have a story to tell in the future. But until that day comes, I’m going to log off and cuddle a senior kitty. Life is beginning again, and I don’t want to miss it for anything.

Yours in reading and life,

Allison