But I can still feel you here
So much can happen over the course of two years.
Four serious relationships. A string of dead-end romances. A couple of broken hearts -- not necessarily my own.
Nearly four semesters. Almost 20 classes. Countless term papers. A great number of A's. A few B's. No C's.
Endless buckets of Coronas. Six or seven nights spent vomiting into a garbage can. Far too many mornings spent cluthing a bottle of Dasani and a handful of aspirin.
Two URLs. Exactly 297 entries on Greymatter. Lord knows how many entries on Blogger. Seven banned IP addresses. Nine fabulous layouts.
Good times. Bad times. Difficult times. Confusing times. Happy times. Funny times. Regrettable times. Misunderstood times. Too many times.
I could go on. But to be completely honest, I don't want to.
In fact, to be completely honest would be to go against everything that this site has become.
I am going to take a break. The word 'break' implies a return. And when I do return, it will be with a new URL, a new layout, and a new outlook on the purpose, value and benefits of weblogging
