Pages of my life

I guess many of you already know Autumn is my favorite season. There are countless reasons that make me love it: its gorgeous colors, the melancholic and magical atmosphere of some rainy or misty days (in which I enjoy being outside taking macros of dew-covered spider’s webs), the chilly weather that makes it beautiful to play in the garden with my cats, take long walks wearing my favorite cozy cardigan or read a book lying on the sofa, preferably with hot chocolate at hand 😉

But have I always enjoyed all this? Not at all! There was a time when I just couldn’t list anything nice about Autumn… I was probably 8 or 9 years old.

I have just realized I have been silent on the blog for almost 3 years. Many things have happened since I last posted, and some of these (like the death of my beloved grandmother) are the reason why I haven’t felt like writing. I guess it sounds perfectly normal and understandable, yet to me this is completely new: in the past, especially in my early twenties, the only way I knew to cope with pain was writing.