The Magic, and the Sadness, of New Year's Eve.

Right now, I'm at home in Essex, dressed in a pyjama top and my boyfriend's jogging bottoms, half-heartedly attempting to write my literature review, for my dissertation... but I can't help but feel deflated... and I'm sure I'm not alone.

It's the January blues, and I think the end of last year is to blame.

Where I'm at.

I don't know why I stopped writing.

I guess I just hit a writer's block last year. It's been a while, but I really want to get back into this - but I couldn't last year as 2017 really took its toll on me - it wasn't one of my best years at all. But regardless, I apologise - I love writing, and was excited about the aspect years before I even googled Blogger - quite a while ago might I add - and started this blog, then "elizaalauren.blogpost.com"...