As I prepare to move my family back across the Atlantic to the States, I find myself fighting a battle I’ve fought before. My enemy is the “stuff” we’ve collected over the last 5 years in the UK. I’m winning, but I’m a bit disappointed at how much I’ve allowed my old nemesis to sneak back into my life…
I’ve thought about running away more as an adult than as a child.
I’ve reblogged this quote before, but as I was cleansing this blog in preparation for its future, I discovered it again. I felt it was appropriate in many ways to how I’ve been feeling lately, and to the recent purge I’ve started with my online identity.
I’m looking to repurpose this blog and use it for posting my various rambling observations on life and my living it. I wouldn’t expect anything to change your life but take this as a warning, my current 82 followers: you shouldn’t expect the old random Tumblr-style posts of the past. If you’re looking for that, check out my Pinterest account. Also, for the next few weeks I’m going to slowly migrate some posts out of another blog of mine, which brings me to why this is happening.
I’ve decided to fade into the background a bit. For a while I was pushing myself out on the web and publishing things under my real name. I’ve decided I’d much rather have the freedom of relative anonymity. No, I’m not posting things that’ll topple governments or get me fired. Instead, I’d just like knowing that everyone and their brother can not find my opinions on everything with a simple search. In many ways that still doesn’t bother me, but why not have the extra freedom?
So, you can look at this as me running away, in a manner… but I’m hoping it means I’ll feel freer to write more often. I’m not looking to stir the pot. Last thing I need is a virtual mob running after me. I just want the breathing room.