Well… It’s been a while.

I haven’t blogged for over a year, and truthfully, there were moments when I wasn’t sure I ever would again. I’d open my laptop, stare at the blinking cursor, and close it again. Not because I didn’t have things to say, but because I didn’t want to say them.

Last spring, I started struggling with anxiety and depression. It crept in slowly. At first, I just felt tired. Then I began to lose interest in the things I loved, crafting, reading, and even writing this blog. Hobbies that used to bring me joy started to feel like chores. My beloved TBR pile began gathering dust while I scrolled mindlessly or reached for the comfort of old, familiar TV shows.

Over and over again, I found myself returning to Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Gilmore Girls, and The Good Place. There was something deeply soothing in the familiarity. In the rhythm of Stars Hollow, the heart of Team Cockroach, and the quick-fire humour of the Nine-Nine squad. These shows became my safety net when everything else felt overwhelming.

How I Fell into a K-pop Rabbit Hole

Then came the summer, hazy and still, like everything had slowed down. I needed noise to drown out the silence, and that’s when I stumbled into K-pop.

It started with a Spotify suggestion — just one of those “you might like this” algorithm moments. But by the end of the summer, I’d fallen hard. The music, the choreography, the energy — it was so different from everything else in my life. K-pop became an escape that also gave me joy. I wasn’t just listening; I was watching variety shows, learning names, building playlists, even understanding inside jokes from fan communities.

For the first time in months, I felt a flicker of excitement. I didn’t realise how much I’d missed that. Music had always been background noise for me, something to fill the space. Now, it has become something to look forward to.

And yes — I plan to share more soon. The journey into the world of K-pop deserves its own post… or three.

In the autumn, I turned 50. A milestone birthday. Jason and I decided to celebrate by going on what we called our “Asian Adventure“ — a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Hong Kong, Singapore, and Macau.

It was magical. The lights, the food, the culture — it gave me a renewed sense of joy, even if I was still finding it hard to put that joy into words. I have folders full of photos and half-finished drafts about the trip, but at the time, even writing about such a beautiful experience felt too much.

Starting Again, One Post at a Time

Then something unexpected happened. Last month, I joined a silly little online journaling challenge, nothing serious, just a few prompts and the motivation to write a few lines every day. But it was like a light flickering back on. One paragraph turned into a page. A few scribbled lines led to ideas. And slowly, I found my way back to myself. To this blog. To this little geeky corner of the internet, I’ve missed so much.

So here I am — typing away, coffee in hand, a list of posts forming in my head. I want to reclaim this space. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be honest.

There’s so much I want to write about — that K-pop obsession, of course. Some reflections from our trip last autumn. TV and book reviews (yes, I have started reading again!). Updates on old knitting projects. Maybe even a few new ones. No pressure, just passion.

I know this post has been a bit of a ramble — part catch-up, part confession, part planning session — but it felt right to start here. Honest and a little messy. Like life.

If you’re still reading, thank you. Truly. Here’s to reclaiming joy, even in the smallest of ways.

Let’s see where this next chapter takes us.

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