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You can’t get me to admit I got teary-eyed. And I stand by that!

I talk about dissociation sometimes, and I don’t mean that in the sense I think it’s used in other settings. By that, I just mean that aside from family and people I work with, I have never met a fan of The Wandering Inn in the wild.

Hallo, hallo. It’s me and I’m just ending my break.

What better time to talk about all that’s happened in a blog, eh? I haven’t written one in a while because…I spend my writing power to the limit. But I like talking. I wish I could do it more with readers.

When you go on an adventure, remember to take a toothbrush. Go to the bathroom first, charge up your mobile phone, and when the strange faerie waves at you or you step through that doorway and take the stranger’s hand, that’s a choice you should think over carefully. But adventures, like change, are good things.

I’m not an adventurous person, at least, in the physical sense. I don’t travel as much as I could, I get nervous about big events, but I like stories. I like tales where someone goes far from home, takes risks, and comes back better for it. So when you read this, think of it like an adventure. New events can be bad, but some can be truly wonderful.

I thought it was closer to eight years. If you’d had me guess, I’d have put nine at the top, but I did start in 2016. That’s less a commentary on my ability to math and more my perception of how time had passed.

I’m old, dear reader. Not ‘old’. I don’t actually think you ever, truly become old, unless you feel you should be or you stop wanting to be young.