moving back home
I was chatting with a friend of mine recently, talking about blogging and how I never do it anymore. My usual excuse is that I don’t have time. While that’s sort of true, the more honest admission is that I can always make time — I just choose not to.
And at that moment I realized the main reason why I so rarely feel strong enough motivation to write, and therefore usually choose not to make time for it: I lack confidence in the place that my writing ends up. To put it another way, I’ve never settled into any web space, felt like I fully owned it, felt like I could call it representative of “me”.
Not too strangely, I’m sure, this is a mirror for my “real life”. I have moved about every 2 years of my adult life without really meaning to — just feeling a strange compulsion to “scrap it all and start over”. I’m talking full-on cross-country moves, and in a couple of cases, international.
It would do me good to attempt to stick something out, whether online or in the real world, I think. So I’m gonna set up shop here on my home domain for a while. At least on my own domain I can mess with all the stuff I want and host as much media as I want (well, as much as dreamhost allows).
