Today I decided to grab my things and work on the rooftop of the building. After a weekend where everything seemed empty, and nothing motivated me, a day in the sun is what I needed and didn’t know.
And here, I felt like writing about nothing specific but how small things save us daily. I grabbed my notebook and started to remember. Amid the emptiness of the weekend, I started searching through memories of how I used to deal with all of this, and the blog came to mind.
It has always been here, in different platforms, formats, and moments, but I have always liked blogging. Maybe it’s the nostalgia of the 15-year-old Amanda who spent hours tinkering with the HTML of Blogspot, who came up with a new topic to discuss every month and was amazed by every new content and possibility she stumbled upon. Maybe it’s nostalgia for the friendships and amazing people I felt truly connected to because we always commented on each other’s blogs. Maybe it’s nostalgia for something new, something mine, something I had never found anywhere else, freedom.
But time changes, I’ve changed, and everyone has been changing too. Maybe it’s nostalgia for another life, context, or the internet. Perhaps it’s just good.
I don’t know. It still warms my heart to return here, just like today’s sun warms my skin. The small things, which may be significant, really make a difference. They save us, welcome us, and remind us.
Once again, I write not to forget that the sun always returns. And no matter how empty, dark or cold, something unexpected can make us alive again. Just keep going.