one year

A record low number of blogposts. More to say, yet also less, at least here. Time has definitely picked up from its snail pace of a little more than a year ago. And things have settled, though not everything. And certainly not us. The sentimentalist in me doesn't want to give up the newly-wed status quite yet. In a sense, it's a bit like not wanting to turn a year older on my birthday, though it's different, perhaps because though I don't want the year to end, I'm glad to be moving forward to the next.