The Ninth Year

On the 12th February the blog hit its 9th birthday. That’s right – the blog has been around in my life for nine years, stretching back way into my past. It has followed me from living with Hyder and Stuart, to Aberdeen, to Shayan and Steve, to Connie, to Texas, to back home, to getting engaged, married, moving to Glasgow, falling pregnant, having a child and moving to England and now that child is eighteen months old. All of it catalogued on this very site, with only some of it spelled correctly.

Nine years doing anything continuously is impressive, but for me it is a strange thing. This is post 748. Seven hundred and forty eight posts on this thing. I can go back and read about reactions to news, thoughts on life, anecdotes long forgotten with exceptional detail, and even see me reminsincing about things from my past all the way back. I’ve even found myself referring to items in posts that actually occurred and were catalogued on this very blog, which is a strange thing.

I wonder occasionally about the history I leave on here. It is for me a way to act as a diary of sorts. There are the posts I regret and the ones I regret not posting, but most of the time I’m happy with what ended up on here. I would never take a post down unless it really really really needed it. If you look back nine years from when I started this blog, that is from 2007 to 1998, I would have been in the second half of my first year of High School – that’s the magnitude of time that I have managed to keep on here.

Either way, I don’t know who reads this all the time. My family do, Connie does. Someday Joni might. Either way, writing brings me as much catharsis as it did when I first started blogging back in 2007 as a way to try and hone a craft I’d long hoped I would be good at... and also to break the monotony of World of Warcraft chat from Hyder.

See you again in 2025.