Breaking up is hard to do.

So yeah. I know I've been absent from this blog lately. I've just been so busy with all things work related that I haven't had time to come to the internets for fun. I hate to be one of those people who uses work as an excuse, but fun and the Internet are a foreign concept when you work for a Web site. In fact, it's an unusually slow day at work that led me here. And in the end, it's all about the journey.

When I realized that I had time to use the Internet to kill time again, I felt overwhelmed. First, I wanted to take to Twitter, which has surely suffered for my long absence. But there were so many pithy sayings to catch up on! Then I took to a few of my fave Web sites and got really bored once I realized I would never actually be able to read all I missed out on over the last few months. (LOLcats excluded. I could kill an entire lifetime on that site.)

So next it was on to my friends' blogs, all of whom are much more dedicated to their blogging craft than I am. I got to catch up on the teething issues of the adorable Anna Jae and check out Ysolt's pictures from her trip to Mexico. Then I remembered that I too, had a blog, likely with no readers at this point, and I got to thinking of whether or not I should update it, or just end it.

This blog started as a way for me to share my travels with you, back when I was working at the job of which I no longer speak, and then as a way for friends and family to know what was going on in my day-to-day when I was 6,000 miles away in Spain. I definitely took pleasure in it, and wrote with the really, really, really faint hope that this blog would land me a book deal, a sentiment I always felt guilty about because starting a blog to get a book deal is a really gimmicky thing to do, and my gimmick (is it even a gimmick? Seems more like ramblings) was just one among millions. Plus, my gimmick was not nearly as well thought out as Julie Powell's.

So lets not pretend here, people. Sure, I'm blogging today, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow or next week (except that I do know that I will be on vacation next week, where the last thing I will be worried about is blogging--not a good sign). Plus, I have to admit that there is a part of me who thinks this blog should end as is, with a beginning that chronicled what led to Spain; then Spain; and where Spain led Jay and I to (engaged, duh). That way it's like "our story" all tied up with bow, complete with an arc and happy ending. A journey, if you will.

So I've made the decision to give up the blog for now. (It will still be here, should there be a particular post you want to revisit for goodness knows what reason; I just won't be updating it.) The truth is, I'm just no longer that angsty girl who wants to flit off to Europe for an undisclosed amount of time with her boyfriend. And I cannot (Can. Not.) become someone who blogs about wedding planning. Something about it just makes my stomach turn.

But they say a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Which is why I encourage you to check out my Flickr, which I will be updating every time I--er, take some photos.

So, I guess this is ta-ta for now.