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Ode to the Old in This is the now.

  • Sept. 17, 2013, 12:06 a.m.
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I suppose there always comes a time where change is not only required, but is necessary. I have been a long time writer over at OD, but it hasn't felt like home in a very long time. Don't get me wrong, I still check in everyday and catch up on the friends that I have made there, but I no longer write. Between the site crashes and really, not smartphone compatible there was just no interest in writing. I've been on OD since 2001 and have a lifetime full of entries. It was the diary I wrote in when I first started dating the husband. It was the diary I wrote in through the struggles of our relationship, our eventual wedding and the events that followed that. For that, I will always stay connected to it but I have since grew and in doing so, outgrew Open Diary. A few of the peeps over at OD have migrated here and after doing a little looking around (okay, I read a few diaries and signed up, not going to lie) I decided to give it a whirl. When I first opened up an OD account, I thought it would just be something that was a time killer while I was reception-ing at the old job. Something to entertain myself with when the phones weren't ringing. What I didn't expect was to meet people there that would actually become real-life friends. Not just internet friends (not that there's anything wrong with that!) but friends that would get on planes and fly to visit. Friends that I read and followed through their lives and been a constant part of it all. I didn't think it would become a place that I leaned on, for writing purposes, advice purposes and in general a place to just, be. It's not like OD is ending, so I am sure I will check back time and time again to catch up, but I know that it's no longer where I will write, which is kind of satisfying and a bit of a relief. I have missed writing! For some reason, I had constant writer's block over there. I would start an entry and never finish it. It feels odd that there's such a connection to essentially, a website. One that seems to require an ode to the end of it. Anyways, that's enough of that. Hopefully, I'll be around here more often. It feels nice to write again.


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