One life ends and another begins

He's safely home now, is TCB, sleeping peacefully in his own home for the first time in ten months. The house was not spotless, I wasn't wearing any makeup, and there was no food in the house when we arrived, so nothing according to plan, but none of that matters a bit: he's home and a new phase of our lives is beginning.

With every new beginning comes an end, too. It was almost exactly six years ago that I started this journal and I have so enjoyed my writing here. I've learned things about myself, I've made new friends, and I've found an expression for my creative instincts that I simply don't have in any other part of my life. Still, this site is about "me" - singular, and alone - and that's not my life as of today. Tomorrow morning I shall begin posting at my new online home and I hope some of you might be inclined to follow. If that's true, you'll find TCB and me writing at Suburban Bliss, telling tales about what it's like to begin living together two years after the wedding ceremony as well as the ongoing adventures of the veggie garden, the cats, and my training for the 3-day in October. As for this site, I'm going to keep it up, at least for now, but disable the archives...put the past in the past.