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I’ve tried writing something here at least a dozen times, but there’s never really been anything to write about. My plans of reinventing this blog as a peek into the exciting life and times of Chris Isaac is turning out to be as unexciting as my life itself.

I guess that’s not all true. It’s not like nothing has happened in the year or so since I’ve last blogged. I switched jobs (again) and moved cities (again). I sold my car (again) and bought a new one (again). I moved out of my amazing Cooke Town house and into a newer, more expensive one that’s not as nice (thanks, Inflated Hyderabad Real Estate Market🖕).

It’s not a boring life at all.

So why does it still feel empty?

It’s like a recurring dream I used to have — I’ve revved up a motorcycle and launched off a ramp with a clearly defined destination in sight. But instead of touching down on the intended target, I’m still up in the air, trying to propel myself forward by frantically paddling my legs like a dumbass, even though I know it’s not helping.

It’s like I’m still trying to find myself, at the age of 34. Maybe it’s not that old in the grand scheme of things, but I’m worried I might just run out of space on the landing strip by the time I do.

Oh well, might as well enjoy the view while I’m up here. Could someone throw me a few air sickness pills, though?

New car. Still haven't named her. Coming soon.

Song recommendation of the... I guess we're up to 'year' now?