Monthly Archives: August 2018

The End

This is the final post I’m going to write for Temple Times.

After six-plus years, more than 350 posts, and thousands upon thousands of words, at long last we have come to the end.

All blogs eventually come to an end, after all, and the words just don’t flow any more for me here. I have aged more than six very significant years. When I started this blog I was a 33-year-old newlywed, still living in San Francisco with my husband of a few months in our first apartment together, with a troublesome rescue pup. Now I’m 40, with two homes, annual world travels, several job changes, two homes, and countless home renovation projects – all documented in detail right here – under my belt.

There are many weddings, births, and deaths chronicled here. They bring me joy and pain to revisit. And I know I’ll come here often – just not to write.

This was a document for a different time. It was a place to tell stories of new things happening in an exciting phase of firsts. But the phase of firsts is over, and I’m looking for a new format now to document different kinds of adventures, in a new phase I’ve already grown comfortable with…

Let’s call it… mid-life?

So far, I characterize this phase as one of comfort. Confidence. Quiet. I simply no longer feel the need to chronicle my life. To curate it. I think I’ll always be a person who takes photos and tells stories, but those stories are becoming more personal, more visual, more abstract – and more private.

But before I go, I’ll leave you all with a few of my favorites from these six beautiful years on Temple Times. Not-ironically, most of them are from the beginning…

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This home ownership horror story (well, at least, the very first home ownership horror story)…

This mullet-filled homage to pre-teen friendship

This epic re-telling of our wedding day

This sad realization of my changing hometown

The day Car died. And then the day she came back from the dead

The realization I will never be over UM losing to North Carolina in the 1993 NCAA men’s basketball final…

That one time Trent thought Boston was in the Midwest

The first time I told the story of my father’s death. And probably the last time, too…

Munga’s 60th birthday trip to Sicily

My obituary for my grandmother, Lucia

When we first got intimate with the bark beetles

The trippiness of my 20-year high school reunion

That time we elected a fascist president

How I figured out I was ready to get old

My obituary for my grandfather, Sam. In two parts

My 40th birthday trip to Sicily.

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Look for me elsewhere out on the innerwebs, friends; I’m not dead, just searching for my mid-life voice.

[[ Fin ]]

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