I've been thinking lately about where I've ended up and the relative infrequency of my activity on this blog. When I started re-turn in 2005, I was newly married and about to move out of my in-law's Cape Cod basement, where I had hunkered down for an agonizing summer of temp work and deciding not to go back to Vermont Law in the fall.
I had no presence on any social network and Kate and I were about to strike out across the country to a place we had never been, to start a whole new life together with no idea of what we would do for work, how we would make out new home together, or where we might end up. There was a point in Missoula early on where I took out a new credit card just so we could put one more month's rent on it, just to see if that would buy us enough time to find jobs. I can't even fathom that sort of instability today.
This blog has seen me through that cross-country move and back again, through the birth of a son and the death of old friends. I've journeyed into the world of my in-through-the-trapdoor career of land use planning and I have evolved from bicycle owner to bicycle commuter to bicycle/pedestrian advocate. I've lost 50 pounds and bought a house. I've started side projects for bicycles and poetry. I don't have to write paragraphs and import photos here for people to find me if they want to. My Google Analytics account tells me that almost everybody who comes here is looking to find out more about one of my bikes or if that Whole Foods is ever coming to South Burlington, anyway. Anybody who was trying to find me has certainly done so by now.
And my life, as it is now, has not become something worth writing long-form posts about. That doesn't mean it isn't wonderful and surprising and fulfilling- it certainly is-to me. But this business of navel-gazing and obsessing and documenting gets in the way of living, and that's why I've done so much less of it over the last couple of years.