Twenty years.
Can you believe it? Because I barely can.
I’ve been writing here every day for two decades. Twenty years! I know I like to talk, but even I have to admit… this borders on the extravagant. Possibly even a touch of the ridiculous. Maybe—if we’re being honest—somewhere on the outskirts of crazy. And yet here we are, still meeting in this curious little corner of the internet as if time hasn’t hurried past us at all.
Some mornings I think, Surely I’ve said everything already. And then something simple happens— a memory taps me on the shoulder—and suddenly a new story begins to unravel.
You’ve been here through moves, musings, markets, mishaps, and all the quiet in-between moments. You’ve seen the stuff I find, the moments that charm me, the ones that unsettle me, and the ones that stitch an ordinary day together. And somehow, after 20 years of my rambling, wandering thoughts, you’re still here, listening.
I don’t take that lightly. I don’t take any of it lightly.
So here’s to the next little adventure, whatever shape it takes. I never quite know what I’ll write until it spills out—but that uncertainty, that spontaneity, has always been part of our rhythm, hasn’t it?
Thank you for being here. Truly.
Twenty years later, I’m still amazed.
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