NORTHBOUND

I really thought you were easy going, confident, nice... Perhaps not as sweet as that first day but still lovely. I could have fought against storms, you know I can do it, but life sent us disease and 19th Century poetry to split hope and expectations.

I am back to the point where I began, back to the start of this blog. I looked for something and didn't get it for the 40th time in life.

You, my dearest readers, are once again the witnesses of my failure.

(But you will also be the first ones to know when I reach my goal)

Thanks