Is blogging dead? I hope not

I started my first blog when I was 13. And like most of the world, I became addicted to an outlet for my thoughts and sharing what inspired me, which was a sewing/historic fashion-centric blog at the time. I now sit on the other side of 25 and have never lost my interest in and love of sharing. This mostly comes through on Instagram in the past years, but I miss writing and reading. I have never been very "good" at writing, but I have always found it to be cathartic and these days I am sorely in need of that. 

My husband is in the Navy, and we have found ourselves 2 plus years separated out of the last 3. It's been at times unbearable, yet I still wake up every day like the rest of the world and get on with the tasks at hand. I used to be proud of the fact that I didn't have anxiety, but 5 cross-country road trips later, 6 plus moves, and countless nights sleeping without him has left me with a lovely little dose of daily panic. They say loneliness is a far worse killer than cancer, and no offense intended to anyone with cancer, but yes. Loneliness sucks the very life right out of you. However, I firmly believe life wasn't meant to be this way; isolated, staring at screens with no regard for our own safety or the sanctity of time. Disconnected from the ones we maybe even share a home with.

 I deeply long for community, and dinners that last long into the night. Ending with scotch or gin, and maybe even a cigarette (but like the good ones. And don't worry Mom, it takes me over a year to get through a single pack) the air bubbling with conversation and energy and connection. I am blessed, truly blessed to have wonderful friends but my gosh I wish I didn't live thousands of miles from them. I'm here though, wanting to share because it feels so good and lovely and because maybe you feel lonely too. We'll have our dinner parties or playdates with the children soon, maybe even buy that giant mansion house and live as a real community. Just maybe we'll actually do that. Yes? 

Liv