one year later

Here I am, one year later, one year old.  I had no idea what blogging was about when I started.  I didn’t read any myself, had never even ventured into blogland.  I’m not entirely sure why, that day in January, I decided to start one.  Feeling my mortality perhaps, wanting to leave a record for my kids, grandkids and hopefully more generations to come.

I am astounded that I am still doing it.  I had tried several times in the past to keep a journal and never got much farther than a few entries.  The only thing close to this had been the news page on my website on which I managed 4 or 5 entries a year.

I am amazed at what I found, this community.  I had no idea and now, now I can’t think what life was before it.  I know people I have never met, I have friends I have never seen, I am connected to others in places I have never traveled.

One year ago this day I introduced myself, was starting to pack things and agonizing about moving away from my kids and grandkids.  I have eaten new things, grown some of my own food; I have started discovering life outside a small town, shared my love of nature and done things that surprised myself; I have moved from a view obstructed by buildings to an unobstructed horizon.

Over the past year I hope I have entertained with my stories of a city girl moving to the country, my posts about leaving the home and neighborhood I have lived in for 35 years, the ups and downs of being a self employed artist, maybe even made you laugh once in a while with my attempts at humor and maybe made you think with my occasional more serious musings.  

I hope I gave as good as I got.