I recognise that those of you willingly reading this will exclusively consist of my friends, my parents and people from university who have googled me. Creeps. But regardless, this is my reintroduction to the 'blogosphere'. Therefore, it would seem greetings and salutations are in order. Hello blog, old buddy, old pal. It's been a while.
This blog has existed for a few years now - wallowing alone in a corner of the internet, collecting dust and aching for revitalisation. It's digital downfall came about from the explicit personal-ness I chose to write this blog with. "Emily, we understand you have a lot of feelings, but somethings are not meant for the internet". This is especially true in the case of my egotistical, naive ramblings on my teenage superiority. No one wants to read the thoughts of a girl who thinks she runs the world - when in reality she has to work up the courage to order a coffee at Starbucks.
So - intimacy is a no-go. No more elaborate contemplations of my childhood, no more 'this traumatic experience made me', and no more thinking I'm the herald of hard hitting hot takes. What do we have left, you ask? I have several hobbies including travel, cinema, music, fashion, the usual; an endless stream of stories from my surreal, surreal life; and of course, my witty way with words. Therefore, let's start afresh.
Although I cannot detail what you should expect from me, no more than I can anticipate what I expect from myself: I wish you well and welcome you with open arms to Emily Cavanah: The Blog: The Sequel. Of all the blogs in all the towns in all the world, you've walked into mine.
Yours truly,
Em Cav
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