March is spring. Back in school, teachers would’ve made me write some essay about “the coming of spring.” I’m not in school anymore and nobody’s forcing me to write anything, which somehow makes me want to write on my own. My impression of spring isn’t actually that vivid. Usually it’s only around April when it gets a tiny bit warm that I realize spring has crept in without me noticing. I’ve rarely written about my own life on this blog. Since spring’s here, might as well do a roundup of where things stand.