It's a little bit funny to keep this thing around without writing in it, and then crawling back to it when the mood strikes, but also feeling like I have to apologise "for disappearing", even though no one is reading blogs anymore, I don't think. (Side note: I've been thinking about my own little lack of updates on the one sort of social channel/medium I've stuck by since I was 14 (!) and I've come to the conclusion that it's a mix between Instagram releasing carousels — now featuring twenty photos — and the resurgence of Caroline Calloway-esque long-form navel-gazing in the captions. But I digress.) ANYWAY. I quit my job. If you recall, in one of the only posts I wrote in the last year and a half, I got a full-time, on-site job in Soho, which probably sounds like a pretty bog standard thing for an adult to be doing. However, it's still wild to me that I was able to do that job — and do it well —…