A New Day

Writing used to be a hobby of mine. When I was a kid and was learning to read and write English, I was ecstatic. I read every storybook I could find around my house, which weren't that many, and when I had depleted that resource, I read all of the magazines and then all the textbooks I could find. These were, mind you, textbooks which belonged to my brother and these didn't have any stories to them. They were just school textbooks. They did, however have excerpts of texts from other books which then would be an exercise on comprehension. I am getting way off point here, so let me get back on track.

I used to blog a lot. Now I don't. Somewhere along the way I stopped blogging. I stopped writing. I think it's because of all the negative attention I was getting. I working in a job where I was constantly censored and got into trouble regularly over stuff I posted online, whether it be the blog, Facebook posts or even tweets. I was censored. I was reprimanded. It's a weird feeling being edited in real life. That was the cost of the paycheck, I guess.

A cost that, I finally realized, is too damn high.

So I got out of there, and have now started enjoying freedoms that I haven't for a long time. Writing freely is one of them. I have forsaken the monthly paycheck and all the strings that come attached to it. I have become the hobo. I have embraced the hobo life.

It's been a while since I have done this. I have not gone to other blog platforms such as tumblr or whatnot, because this blog, is mainly an exercise for me. This is going to be an experiment, more than anything.

Also, this won't be in the same vein as my previous blog, which was more of a persona. This blog is me. Well, more me than what was there before. I'll be talking about things I like and opinions and stuff, I guess. Looking back, I think that my previous blog was a bit too much angry. But then again, I enjoyed it at the time. People who are not me also enjoyed it. But that's not where I am right now. Right now I'm chilling out, hobo style.