I think it’s time to admit—to myself most of all—that I’m done with blogging. Time to wrap things up properly and close the door. To that end, I’ll be putting up a series of short posts this month covering my various life updates, in case anyone ever wonders how it all turned out.
Because really… it all turned out pretty darn good. I have a wonderful wife and two bright, healthy children. We bought a house this summer, with more space than we quite know what to do with. I have an engaging job that never asks me to work on weekends. They just gave me another raise. I see the mountains every day.
Sometimes I’m not well. Sometimes my wife isn’t well, and sometimes it’s all we can do to get through one more day. Sometimes I’m embarrassed by our crumb-covered sofa and our un-unpacked boxes and our Target bookshelves and our dusty front door. Sometimes I hide in my closet because there’s just too much noise.
Always there’s an undercurrent of worry, the kind that keeps emergency cash with the passports and plans three alternate routes to elsewhere, just in case. I don’t read the national news much at all anymore; instead, I laugh delightedly at Serious Town Council Drama and vote for the county to increase my property taxes. I’m a fortunate person, all in all, and I know it.
And so life goes on.