Blogging

I wonder if it's because my life is so busy that I am now bored of blogging or if it is simply the inevitable.

I guess you could say that for a couple weeks it had become a hobby of mine. But in order for me to write I must be inspired. Inspiration for me comes from emotion. Any emotion: Joy, peace, anger and hatred. I most often chose to write only the things that will humor/entertain the reader.

I think that if I were to write when I am most inspired it would be to dark and deep for anyone to want to read. And I wouldn't want you to read it either.
Not that I am by any means attempting to solve the problems of the world, as I first have many of my own problems to work on.

Anyway, I was a little inspired by the emotions I experienced while selling this condo my first home.

I feel as thought it was the first love my life. You know the excitement and the butterflies? Somehow the first love was the best love, the first kiss was the best kiss, and the first breakup was the worst, etc.
I wonder if I made the right decision. If it will pay off. What will become of my future.
Alas, that is what I feel right now.

Will I ever love again? Despite the bills, this was a wonderful and beautiful experience and I will always remember it with fondness.