At first, I thought I wanted to have a whole new blog: with a new platform (website), new template, new name, and maybe new vibes. So I started sign-up a new blog on another web. But it didn't come out well. I can't have a free blog without some given combined number at the back of my blog address. Being confused with this very first step, I decided to add a new blog under my old one, instead of build on another web.
Later, I expected new experiences with blogging while the rest remains the same: my writing style, things I wrote, and how often I usually post. At least I have it under my (pen) name. No, I don't want to be so anonymous.
But, what's wrong with the old one?
Have you ever staying at your house but yet you didn't feel like you're at home? I can't describe it clearly, but more or less that's how I felt about my previous blog. It's empty, longing for a new post, yet I don't think I could continue with that one.
I want a new "house". No matter how similar the new one with the old. I need to shift things into a new space. I wish a new hope will emerge once the new "house" established.
I don't have regular reader(s) nor have an amazing stat numbers (yes, I check my blog stats frequently). But I guess I need another space that allows me to be alone, talking about anything with not more than two readers at a time, maybe. Like, more alone.
Maybe it's the age, or maybe it's just me. I quite dislike company lately, while the urge to pour everything from my head into writing are more massive than before. I'm thinking about writing down short book reviews (maybe crappy ones), movies I watched (which not too many), crafts I made (probably happened once in a blue moon), soliloqui, maybe the dream I had last night, or just random thoughts I catched while cooking.
So, bear with me. I'm gonna write anything with this broken English (or messy Indonesian language) at my best.[]