18 years.

This blog is 18 and a couple of weeks old.

Where did all that time go?

It’s not a place I visit very often anymore. Maybe it will be again. Or maybe I will become one of those substackers.

But today, sitting in a hotel room in San Francisco, on the cusp of graduating from graduate school, eight months into a new job, living in a new state (Ohio) after surviving the weirdest year of my life in New Jersey, with 2 grown children and 2 grown bonus children, and the same husband of 27 years, it just seemed like the thing to do.

So here I am. No grand post. No great photos. No real story just yet. Just a stake in the ground of this digital record of my life to say I am still here.