This is the way a blog ends
This is the way a blog ends
This is the way a blog ends
This is the way a blog ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
How do you end over a year of steady (and then not so steady) writing? By borrowing, I mean butchering, a T.S. Eliot poem.
This post should hardly be a surprise; I haven’t written for a long time. Still, it’s difficult to acknowledge the end of an era of travel, learning, and hearing from a wonderful community of expat Serbs and like-minded travel junkies. Now that the travel has trickled, I have a full-time job, and I’ve entered a part-time writing program, I simply don’t have the time or material to write about Serbia. I mean, if Beyonce’s costume at her Belgrade concert wasn’t enough to get me going, I’m done for sure.
I hope you had half as much fun reading as I had writing. More than that, I hope you’ll find yourself in Serbia one day.
Cao,
RHOB
Real Housewife of Belgrade 
