This new site has already been a huge source of joy for me. I never expected everyone to make the transition, but I also never expected the large amount of you who did. And for that, I'm truly grateful.
Because over the two years that I've been doing this every day, blogging has taken on different meanings. At first I was only doing it for myself. It was a dark time in my life and I needed something to document all the little moments in between feeling like a worthless lump of unemployed garbage. It helped keep up my writing skills and showed me that there are small everyday pleasures to be found if you look for them.
Then it turned into something else. I started connecting with people. I forged friendships. My family started reading. It wasn't just about me anymore. Sure, I still treat it like a diary -- a very public and embarrassingly honest diary -- but your comments and words lift me up when I'm down, keep me laughing when I'm up and even reassure me that I'm not the only idiot who accidentally walks into the wrong bathroom at restaurants sometimes.
So it probably comes as no surprise to some of you that I've asked for a digital camcorder for my birthday next month at the expense of something much more practical. My parents generously offered to replace our death trap dishwasher as my early birthday present, but, um, I'll have a lot more fun with a camcorder. Maybe I'll even get a video of when the dishwasher decapitates me. I'm sure Jerry would post it. Because he'd know I'd want him to.
In the meantime, I want to extend my gratitude to those of you who realized that I didn't step off the side of a high rise building when I stepped off Xanga. And I know a few of you have expressed frustration that the comment feature doesn't work on occasion, but I assure you that the kinks will be eliminated in time.
So, thank you. Thank you for making this site feel fun and familiar in the course of a few weeks. Thank you for taking the time to mouse wrestle with the comment box. And here's a special thanks to everyone reading in Amersfoort, Netherlands. I'm not sure what "kusjes" means, but I imagine it means "You rock!" So KUSJES!
And one final thanks for this. I love hoodies. I really do. Almost more than air.