I don’t even want to do the math for how long it’s been since my last post; the amount of cringing that would elicit would leave me in severe physical pain. There have been so many times over the last few [busy] years when I would say, “Once I get through X, I’ll have more time, and I’ll start writing and posting again.” And, of course, I would get through that X, and another X would be on the horizon. For so long, writing and food were at the top of my priority list, and while I’m still cooking up a storm (and sharing my adventures on Instagram, @thejerc), the writing — my first love — stopped being a priority. The sadness over that causes me more pain than that aforementioned cringing.
Two of the biggest Xs on the horizon over the last 18 months were my wedding and my honeymoon. When the wedding ended, I thought, “What did I do with my life before I planned my wedding?” But, fortunately, we had delayed our honeymoon until the Christmas craziness subsided, giving me the opportunity to pour myself into my next project: planning the trip of a lifetime to Italy. Now, after the perfect winter wedding and a gourmand’s dream tour through Venice, Florence/Tuscany and Rome, I’m left thinking, “Now what?”
I’m a lifelong over committer, so it’s not like I actually have loads of free time (or any, really), but I think it’s time I elevate writing back to its rightful place on my priority list. When I worked for the newspaper, artful writing was built into every day. Now? Not so much, and that makes me sadder than arriving at Newark International Airport after 10 days of drinking espresso and eating gelato on a daily basis. But even just writing this post has been a surprisingly cathartic experience, and I finally feel like I’m ready to say “I’m back, baby!” and actually mean it this time.
…And at least if I fall flat on this promise, you’ll have this beautiful picture of salted caramel gelato to look at for the next 12-18 months.