#322: MOVING HERE AND THERE

If you have been here before, you've no doubt noticed that I have moved this site over from Diaryland to Blogger. There are a variety of reasons for the move, so sit tight. I am now going to go into one of those annoying explanations of my move. I would rather do it once here than several times over in e-mails.

1. Blogger is simply a better fit for me. It allows me to have comments rather than use the free service I was using before, Haloscan, which never displayed the right number of comments that had been left. It is also simpler to set up and use the weblog style (having more than one post on a page) than on Diaryland. I do have to admit, though, that I am not overly impressed with the forced navigation bar at the top of the page here.

2. I am not yet ready to leave the nest and strike out independently, but I still want what I want when I want it. Every online service has its ups and downs, but Diaryland seems to have been having a few more hiccups over the past few months than makes me comfortable, and not a single one of my help requests has ever been answered since I started blogging back in 2003.

3. I figured that since I had been considering this move for a few months and that I am actually moving in the real flesh-and-blood world over this coming week, maybe I would just do all the kinds of moving out I could do all at once and get it over with. It turns out that this was a good idea, because I was just packing up pots and pans and whatnot, and it seemed so very easy compared to the transfer of three-hundred-and-twenty-one entries I did one by one over the last few days. Believe me when I tell you that I will be staying here for a good, long while.

4. Aside from moving from one apartment to another, I am feeling like I am in a transitional period in my life. Something's changing, and I am not quite sure what that something is, so I'm making other changes in order to discover the one I can't figure out. To explain, I had an English professor once who told me that when she was a little girl she would throw another marble across the room when she had lost the first one, and more often than not she would find both marbles in her search. It seems counterintuitive to throw other things into the ether after the originally lost item, but whatever. It seems to work, so here I am.

5. I am trying to be more like the Fiery One. Who wouldn't want to be more like him? (He moved over to Blogger in May 2004).

6. And of course, I must make the obligatory declaration that I am not going to stop reading all the people back at Diaryland that I have grown so attached to over my time there. There is no love lost, my lovelies.



Now, I must go away and finish up some more packing. My parents are coming down on Monday or Tuesday to help us move the bulk of our stuff, and my mother has expressed a keen interest in scrubbing down this apartment. I am horrified. She likes things clean, and I am more of a living-in-my-own-filth kind of woman, so the dustbunnies and dead things that are slowly being uncovered as the Fiery One and I pack are waxing my anxiety about allowing her to see the fruits of my obviously depressed domestic acumen.

Seriously, it just started to rain, and the water coming in through the screen is making mud out of the dust on the windowsill. Lovely.



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"The Women Who Clean Fish" by Erica Funkhouser

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