Wait and See

I'm moving to Toronto. Allow me to expound further.

I've been invited to join an FD home on the outskirts of Toronto. I say outskirts because almost every time I insinuate that they are ("they" being the Torontinians...Oops. Excuse me.) living in Toronto they kindly remind me that they are not living in Toronto per se, but that they are living in the outskirts, urban area, name-of-the-municipality-that-I-can't-remember. Oh, for God's sake.

Anyway, I'm writing this to explain my absence and the lack of verbiage here. I don't know how I'll manage to keep this site updated, much less finalize the template I'm working on. That all depends on how I manage my time when I get there. I know many people in my position might excuse themselves by saying that they won't have enough time, but I don't buy it. We all have a way of making time for the things we love doing; I simply love writing. I'd even venture to say that I've been born with a passion for words and the vivid pictures they paint, the vicarious stories they tell, the thoughts and emotions they express, the way they stir us up, change us, and change the world.

So what will become of this, my creative writing outlet? I suppose we'll have to wait and see.