I miss you all. I really do. This hiatus is as hard on me as it is on you. I wasn’t there for you during the final hours of the magazine format because I was spending the better part of June preparing to wear a frilly gown while crossing a stage, stopping in the middle of the stage to shake the hand of some guy I’ve never met, and receiving a piece of paper proclaiming my emancipation from a horrid jail cell I’d been cooped up in for the past four years.