Then I wrote a blog while studying abroad.
I finished studying abroad and stopped blogging.
Now I have the urge to blog again.
My plan at this point is to write whatever I determine noteworthy, whether it be a true anecdote from my day or a tall tale I decided to conjure up. For example, tonight I went on a walk, truthfully. I absolutely love walking/running at night. Sometimes, when the night is just right, I get an undeniable urge to sprint. Fighting my urge to sprint would be like fighting back the need to blink, I positively cannot pass it by. During my late night meandering tonight I got the compulsion to sprint it out like a gazelle. I don't actually know if gazelles are fast runners, but I think they're neat animals. I gave into my speedy desires and let my legs loose. I sprinted my cares away and got lost in the crisp night air whizzing past my satisfied body and smiling face. Right as my previously cold interior began to be warmed by my rapidly moving legs, I looked up and, to my horror, saw a fellow wanderer out yonder on my thought-to-be solitary route. My limbs stiffened up and stopped cold in their tracks. After realizing the other being on the streets was another human and not Sasquatch I began to make my feet move at an acceptable night-stroll pace. I continued onward home, with my head held slightly lower, and pretended that my zippy outburst was simply a figure of the stranger's imagination. And so my night walk concluded, as does my first blog entry.
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