UNWORDY

Well, it was easy, actually. I pulled the plug and — almost — did not look back. I mean, I had all my posts saved to my hard drive, as well as everyone’s comments. 

I must admit I had a bout of… aesthetic regrets, though. I liked my old “home“, the way it looked and felt. 

And I liked my occasional readers and commenters, too. It was lame on my part, to desert you in such a brutal way. I have kept on reading your blogs, in case you wonder. 

But the hardest part of leaving SW behind just hit me a few weeks ago. Everything I had written about, everything I had… contained in the blog page, well it is all coming back to me now, at night, in the form of vivid dreams. I am awake, now, and it feels like I have forgotten something very important, it feels like I’ve misplaced some thing or another. I cannot shake the feeling.

I am swarmed by my old life. Nothing is contained anymore. I find myself wishing I had not deleted some e-mails, and wishing I knew why, and wishing I did not wish so much. 

Here’s to yet another life.