I pace. When I’m nervous or excited – talking on the phone or thinking out loud, it doesn’t matter. I pace here, but there’s no good pacing path like there was at the house I grew up in or in some of the places I’ve lived since.
I hear the train running nearby and I think about hopping on it. Except it’s some kind of spur. I don’t even know exactly what that means, but I know it’s not going anywhere I want to go.
I miss my sister. She must be missing me, because she’s emailed and texted twice in the last 24 hours, and that’s pretty rare for her. We hated each other with a passion for so much of our childhood, it’s sad that just as we were really becoming friends, I moved away.
I’m debating what to do with the blog. I have been blogging for more than 5 years. I’ve changed and had many incarnations of this blog; the first time I had a different name. When I wanted to go anonymous, I took the posts (but not the comments) moved the blog to a new location in Blogger and gave it a new name. The current title started early last year on Typepad, and I moved here when I was tired of paying them. I can’t give it up, I enjoy it too much. I’ve been thinking about going private temporarily, password protecting just some of the posts or starting another blog completely. Unsure. Thoughts? Feel free to share.