
Today we have been living in London for eight years.
But that is not what I wanted to write about.
About a year and a half ago, I wrote that I had deleted almost all posts from Facebook, apart from a couple.
Today, for the umpteenth time,
Today we have been living in London for eight years.
But that is not what I wanted to write about.
About a year and a half ago, I wrote that I had deleted almost all posts from Facebook, apart from a couple.
Today, for the umpteenth time,
Here is a little history in numbers of this blog, which will be 12 years old this year.
Last year wasn’t too bad, considering I wrote significantly less than the previous year.
The desire to write this year is less than last year, but never say never.
If you also want to see your numbers,
No, I have not returned to Milan, also because that would not be so easy, quite the contrary.
But I am back here on my blog, the one that is ten years old, which will be eleven this year, and I have stitched the new blog to the old one, and also a bit of my past to my present and future....
Today this blog is ten years old. Ten tormented years, starting on Splinder, passing through other platforms with other names like so many others, to finally land on a dedicated domain with WordPress. Ten years have passed, closed and reopened many times, and it is still here.
The time has come to close, but this time for real.
The blog will stay here,...
Getting to this post was quite a feat, but I have already written about it in other posts. I certainly learnt a few things: I will not do something like this again, not even in another form (like photos). It is far too challenging for my limited possibilities.
The other important thing I realised is that I will never write for a living....
It’s a little while away, just 20 days (and 20 posts) to the conclusion of this blessed 365.
I’ve only just realised this, as everything that has happened so far has kept me busy.
I have the impression that I will write very little once it’s over. Maybe I’m wrong, but despite the care, I take not to write down too many details of my life,...
Today has been a busy day, not because I’ve prepared a few things for tomorrow, as I’m supposed to be working, but because my health hasn’t assisted me much.
I feel exhausted and weak tonight and hope to be a little better tomorrow; I would like to return to everyday life.
I’m sorry not to write more than this....