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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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Work

(and real ones)

It’s been a long, long, looong year.

It’s been so long, in fact, that somewhere along the way I lost my love of writing. I lost my free time to cheer on my favorite sports teams with colorful shittalk. I lost my passion for waking up early to download political chatter before heading off to work. I feel like I lost some of my personality, honestly.

(But I didn’t, of course, lose my passion for drinking beer; if anything I just drank MORE of it, to lament the loss of all the above…)

The year is nearing it’s final chapter now, and I’m looking for a scapegoat for all this loss. Continue reading

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Longing

So, I finally had a pang of longing for blogging.

And here I am, to document it, on the blog.

I had two verifiable pangs of longing, really – and neither of them were caused by what I thought would push me to pangs.

I had expected I wouldn’t be able to resist my compulsive urge to hit four blog posts per month. I haven’t missed that mark since I started this little diary, over five years ago now. I just figured eventually I would look at the calendar and say, “Oh, f$#% – what have I been doing all month? I need to reflect, dammit! QUICK! Vomit something onto the internet!”

But nope – I’ve been way too busy to even think about that. No pangs over only posting twice – over that measly little next to August in my widget.

The first actual yearn to return to the blog came two weekends ago, when Trent’s buddy and former bandmate, Justin, got married. I realized I had documented every one of my friends’ weddings since this blog began.

Where would the stories of their weddings go, if there was no blog?  Continue reading

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Screening

I was almost feeling inspired enough today to write a blog post.

I woke up this morning almost feeling like I had the energy. Like I had enough mental capital to devote to metacognition… Like I had the ability to just think, and not work. 

But then, I worked a 15-hour day, and…

Nope.

Mental capital all spent.

There’s nothing meaningful to say after all.

Nothing that justifies more screen time. 

There was a high point to my day, though; it happened on a different type of screen.

I’ve been running a screenprinting workshop at the artist studio I manage at my job (yes, I manage a reverse residency for my company’s employees in a working artists’ community in San Francisco, in an effort to underwrite the other artists’ abilities to lease their spaces below market rate; it’s just one of my little “side projects”). Today was our second group screenprinting day at the studio. And for the few hours I was off that kind of screen and onto the other kind…

I felt no stress.

The fact that I’m taking the time to express that here is in no way a point for blogging. It’s just a realization I had today:

Maybe I need to start screenprinting my thoughts, instead of typing them?

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More Floating

So, this is not a blog post, because I still don’t know what I’m doing here. Yet.

I’m still thinking about the idea of “blogging” and if I want to keep doing it… I just don’t know. I need to think more and, frankly, I haven’t had a lot of time to think lately. Herein lies my problem.

What time I have had, I’ve spent floating. So…

There you go. I really like this picture of my life…

(I even took my coworker from Montreal along this time; he needed less gravity in his life, too…)

Working on the thinking and the ideas for what comes next still; just, in the meantime…

Floating.

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