The road goes ever on
I had assumed I would always leave this journal up. It's a written history of about a decade of my life, after all. The good, the bad, and every range in between. When I wrote my first entry in 2001, my world was so painfully small. In all of the important ways, this journal is a history of my growing up, becoming an adult, and learning to stand on my own two feet.
I don't feel comfortable leaving this journal where it is, on the servers it's on, under the TOS that is currently in place. It killed me to even agree to it for the time it takes to write this entry. You can find me on dreamwidth if you have one, I'm merrin over there. I'm still checking tumblr occasionally, I'm urrone there. And hell, you can always email me at urronish at gmail. I'm always around. I'll leave this up for the weekend, but come Monday I'm deleting for good.
I will always be grateful to the community I created here, although so painfully few of them are left, and I've lost touch with many of them.
Still, there are some I speak with every day. Livejournal brought me incredulity, light of my life and other half of my brain. It brought me misskittye, who brought me so many friends and my current job. It brought me causeways, who I have traveled the world with.
To these ladies, to the people who moved on, to the people still hanging on, thank you. You mean the world to me, you were my world for so long. My lifeline in college, the people who always seemed to get me, the community of friends that welcomed me and my interests and helped me feel not alone for the first time in my life. Who saw my nerdiness and raised me twenty. Who took my passions and my interests and my secrets and gave them a place to thrive and a chorus of powerful voices saying "we like that too, let's talk about it!" That was so precious to me then, and makes deleting this history now one of the more painful things I've ever done.
To the livejournal that used to be, back when brad was still running it out of his college dorm, thank you. You gave me the tools and the outlet and the freedom to use them.
I don't know, I couldn't let it pass unremarked.
I don't feel comfortable leaving this journal where it is, on the servers it's on, under the TOS that is currently in place. It killed me to even agree to it for the time it takes to write this entry. You can find me on dreamwidth if you have one, I'm merrin over there. I'm still checking tumblr occasionally, I'm urrone there. And hell, you can always email me at urronish at gmail. I'm always around. I'll leave this up for the weekend, but come Monday I'm deleting for good.
I will always be grateful to the community I created here, although so painfully few of them are left, and I've lost touch with many of them.
Still, there are some I speak with every day. Livejournal brought me incredulity, light of my life and other half of my brain. It brought me misskittye, who brought me so many friends and my current job. It brought me causeways, who I have traveled the world with.
To these ladies, to the people who moved on, to the people still hanging on, thank you. You mean the world to me, you were my world for so long. My lifeline in college, the people who always seemed to get me, the community of friends that welcomed me and my interests and helped me feel not alone for the first time in my life. Who saw my nerdiness and raised me twenty. Who took my passions and my interests and my secrets and gave them a place to thrive and a chorus of powerful voices saying "we like that too, let's talk about it!" That was so precious to me then, and makes deleting this history now one of the more painful things I've ever done.
To the livejournal that used to be, back when brad was still running it out of his college dorm, thank you. You gave me the tools and the outlet and the freedom to use them.
I don't know, I couldn't let it pass unremarked.