A foreigner

What I had loved and been so comfortable with has become foreign to me.

I used to love writing. Writing stories and even passionate essays in English class, or blogging about an experience or a feeling, I loved the challenge of trying to translate what was in my head into written words. I can only remember vaguely the sense of fulfillment after successfully forming intangible thoughts into actual words and sentences.

Though, I haven't written much ever since my exams ended in June. Okay, History and Economic essays aren't exactly the kind of writing I miss. Disregarding essays and the like, I've barely written anything in a very long time. And I miss it. A lot.

Also, I think my ability to verbally describe and explain things to people has significantly worsened over the past couple of years. It usually starts off pretty well... and almost always ends up into a messy state of 'uh's, disgruntled facial expressions, and desperate hand gestures, all in the struggle of trying to get my point across. Ah!!

I've been meaning to practice writing via this blog for quite some time. But, like many things that I've been meaning to do or start, I've been putting it off. Maybe I've been trying to avoid finally realising how bad I am at writing, or maybe I was put off by the amount of time and effort I'd need to put in to improve my writing, or both. Anyway, what finally pushed me to actually write something were my friend's posts on this travel site, Zifago. Her posts really inspired me, not only to write but to actually try and do the other things I've been meaning to do.

I think it'll take some time before I get into the full swing of writing again. So, hopefully, you'll hear from me sometime soon. Till then!

Love,
Kamilia