Finally, this morning, I did it. I opened Blogger and logged in.
So hi. Here I am.
I took a quick and painful look at how long it's been since I blogged, skimmed some really horrible posts from the past (which, sadly, resemble this post very much) and logged into Feedly to see if any of my old blog friends are still blogging. They are. I've missed them.
Hashtag Slow Panic Loser.
So yes, same old story. I miss this space and I miss writing and now I'm 50 (WTH) and I have three dogs and one and a half cats and still have one husband and two teenagers. I am still caretaker for my mom and it is still difficult and painful and sad.
In two weeks we are moving from our very small house to a bigger house. We've been in this house for 21 years. I don't want to leave and I can't wait to get out of here.
I'm just as alone as I've always been and more surrounded by people then ever.
I'm constantly trying to figure out how to get off this crazy train and how to extend the ride forever. All at the same time. And I'm taking you with me.