Hello, old friend

Next week I am going to attempt to teach my fifth grade writing students how to write a memoir. One book I looked at suggested that you show them your own attempts a memoirs (one good, one bad). While writing a memoir might be an excellent diversion from writing progress reports (which is what I ought to be doing at this moment), I figured that one of my old blog entries might be able to pass, so I opened up that green page of Lucie's Travels and re-read some old posts.

It made me realize yet again what a luxury it was to not only have the means and opportunity to travel, but also the time to sit and think and write. I miss my old friend, Lucie's Travels and Travails. I stopped writing last year around the time that I started working more, not only because of lack of time, but because I figured most of the people who read my blog were people that I was interacting with daily, and they might not enjoy seeing a story about them (or worse, their child!) up on a screen. But now that I revisited the page for the first time in over a year, I am feeling a pang of nostalgia and almost a sense of loss over a pasttime that I really enjoyed.

Some reorganization might have to be done with my life and my schedule so that this can be a part of my present and my future and not just my past. This is way more fun than writing reports, that's for sure!