Perhaps for the second time in 30 days, I came to the conclusion of simply moving on and leaving this blog for good.
There are these things in life that are called “growing up” and “growing out”. While I rather doubt that I have grown up, but through the past four years that this blog has been running, I believe that I may have grown out of it. Leaving blogging is never really an option. See, if I decided to close this blog down, I planned to take up shop over at another URL.
Now, I did create another account, one that I feel most comfortable with. My writing there is unbridled, passion flows freely, and in some ways, it has also influenced this type of writing I am attempting to show to you today. The problem always will be that this blog has become more of a strict mother to me. Sure enough, it has nurtured my writing in ways that cannot be explained. Nevertheless, the cage has been sprung and as much as I try to find ways to remedy it, what’s done is done.
I tried to venture into anonymous blogging too, via my secret blogs. While that released all the reigns that may have allowed me to run exposes on my sex life (which I did not, of course!), I still found myself rather trapped. As easy as it is to blog under a false name, snippets of your soul will always tend to come out, and there is that fear that whatever you exposed will come to haunt you whenever somebody figures out who you are.
So there is the other blog. I started it as soon as the days rambled into August. I love it there. I feel as though the walls emit a sense of warmth and comfort, where I have wooden chairs with small throw pillows, and a lazy ceiling fan that blows just enough air to cool humid weather.
Then there’s this blog. It is home. For me, this is like my home in the suburbs. Sturdy, strong, homey to a certain extent. Yet the spiderwebs of unopened cupboards, unswept corners, and forgotten shelves of books of change has somewhat made me uncomfortable. I can continue to do the things I can do and just dismiss everything else that bothers me, but then again, that is hard to do, right? Unfortunately, like the house, it is hard to abandon.
To top it off, there are people who just found out about my intent to light dynamite within these four walls. You could say some are picketing outside my virtual home and are protesting against my intentions to leave. ” Branch out,” they said, “but keep this here, keep this alive.”
I find it flattering, honestly, when emails come via my “Contact Moi” page above. When previously unknown visitors finally break their silence and tell me how much they like reading my blog, it warms my heart. So alrighty then. I won’t close this down. This shall live, stay, and prosper for as long as I can handle it.
However, if you must know, I have another retreat house where I have felt so comfortable, too. You are very much welcome to visit my place there if wish to take a peep. When the weather gets a wee bit gloomy here, I think my quaint little hut in the other blog could brighten your day.
So how about it? Make me a deal? I wont shut this blog down if you stop by once in a while over at www.superlurchie.com 
Oh and a special shout out goes to Christine (you know who you are). Thanks for the warm email that made my day! I look forward to meeting you soon, too!
I started writing this piece intent on posting something about the beauty of sending emails. Sending emails is a lost art, I believe, which some people simply no longer do these days. In our rush to finish a lot of things in every day life, we no longer write long winding emails to friends and loved ones all because things should follow the KISS (keep it short and simple) format. Well, I have to disagree, there are some things that should be left long and winding, especially when conversing with friends.
