It may seem from my recent lack of posts that I am losing interest in writing for the blog. It has been more a matter of having too much to say and too little time to write it out, or maybe too little brainpower to discern what is appropriate to publish, or both. I have multiple posts drafted but none through editing. I haven’t even managed to answer messages in the inbox for some months. There are good reasons for all of this, primarily around how much I am working and how many struggles I have unfortunately been having with my health. For now, as September comes to a close, I didn’t want to miss a month without posting and ruin my perfect record of seven and a half years.
Be all of this as it may, I continue to burst with words that I pour out when I can find the time, even though I haven’t released anything in a while. My posts coming up in the last part of the year will be about:
– My family visit in California this past August, including my road trip to San Diego and my alma mater to mark the 20th anniversary of 9/11;
– Recent visits to Tucson, Carlsbad, and Albuquerque;
– My long overdue thoughts on the benefits of the physical therapy I received after my spinal fusion between April and August of this year, and how I have been doing with my health and weight loss goals;
– Some stories about serving a Foreign Service tour on the border, and why traveling between Ciudad Juárez and El Paso can sometimes feel like a trip across town, and other times lately has felt like a lot more than I bargained for;
– A precious trip back to our honeymoon destination that we have been waiting years for;
– And finally, a rundown of my fourth tour bidding efforts. Yes, you heard that right. I have decided not to stay here for a third year and instead kept my original tour length ending summer 2022. Therefore, I have only eight or nine months left and am currently bidding for our onward posting.
We are getting ready to welcome our first visitors soon and take our first trip within Mexico since the pandemic started. Life is not normal, a word I have come to hate for all the spaces it pushes me out of, but it’s certainly not over yet. And neither is Collecting Postcards – there is a lot more to come.