it's been exactly a month since i wrote my last post.

i contemplated writing a post that essentially said "hey, it's been fun but i'm done with this blog" and yet, i cannot bring myself to stop blogging. it would seem there are a few sparse moments when i still need to write here, though i'm generally not sure this space is representative of the overall experience i'm having.

it is and it isn't.

with just three days to survive children who have collectively decided to check out for christmas vacation, i am certainly more anxious than ever to get on with all this and high-tail it to paris.

while vague and disappointingly cryptic, i just wish to say now that i've learned so much about myself during this experience it no longer seems to matter what i'm not accomplishing in my day-to-day life. feelings of failure and paranoia and really devastating homesickness are more easily swept aside now than they were at any point along this journey.

i cannot say i'm done writing here. i'm not. but, if the recent past is a prediction of my writing forecast, i won't be writing much here about this experience any longer. the positive things in life aren't the fodder for my journaling and blogging content even though i should generally spend more time writing about the good stuff. there just isn't enough time in life not to be writing about the good stuff. this space hasn't served the purpose of revealing the positive side of bulgaria... and perhaps one day i'll write bundles about the good things that hindsight's clarity will bring.

for now, as for much of my experience in bulgaria, silence and contemplation are the order of the day.

thank you all for reading.