Where’d she go?

 Twenty days.

That’s all it took for the silence to start feeling louder than my words.

I kept opening this page, thinking I’d write something brilliant to makeup for disappearing. Instead, life kept happening in the background. Days blurred together. Some were busy, some were beautiful, some were painfully ordinary. I collected thoughts faster than I could turn them into sentences.

So..where’d she go?

 Nowhere, really.

She was figuring out. 

She was waking up with too many plans and ending the day having accomplished something completely different. She was questioning career paths, romanticising morning walks, overthinking texts, chasing routines, breaking them and trying again. She was learning that your 20s don’t come with a map, they come with the detours.

I used to think consistency meant always showing up now. 

Now I’m beginning to think consistency is also finding your way back.

This little corner of the intern doesn’t need polished versions of me. It just needs the real one. The one who disappears.The one who returns new stories. The one who’s still learning how to become herself.

So if you were wondering where she went~

She was busy becoming someone was writing.

And I think she’s back.

Here’s to disappearing, returning, and writing anyway.

🍥