...maybe I'm not done. I miss my blog. I miss keeping track. I've become used to chronicling life through this blog that I feel in a strange sort of way that in not having a place to keep track of things I am somehow missing them. There is a big old banker's box somewhere in the basement filled with diaries and journals I've kept since grade 8. I guess I've always had a need to write things down. I also miss being part of a community of bloggers. I've connected with many interesting and dear and smart and funny people thanks to this blog, and I miss the conversation. Thank you Neta for your encouraging words this morning - your enthusiasm for this old blog was just what I needed.
It's nice to be back!
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