So at almost midnight I was lying, wide awake, planning a Xanga post that I am not writing (I’ll share it tomorrow). Instead, I got thinking about Xanga. And you guys. And (given I’m 35.5 weeks pregnant (read “hormonal”) and it was midnight) I got suddenly nostalgic.
See, suddenly I was thinking about the Xanga that was, like two years ago. When I had all these ladies whose blogs I read everyday, and who read mine. It was like their houses and apartments were suddenly transported to a single street (Xanga Rd., I guess), and we were all neighbors. We chatted on each others’ front porches (yes, even the apartments had them, I guess), and we watched out for and prayed for each other like an old ’50s neighborhood. Except our neighbors included Paris and Australia and lots of various states.
And I missed it. And you guys. And those connections. A lot.
Of course, I totally understand why those times can’t last. We’re all different than we were two years ago. New houses, new jobs, new babies, new blogs. We’ve moved on to other neighborhoods and other adventures, and Xanga takes time we just don’t have. We’ve reconnected to people in real life, which is good. And of course, a lot of you are still around, just more silently than before. And that’s okay. In fact, I wouldn’t want life to just stop where we were because I know that where a lot of you are, right now, is a really great place.
But last night, I missed you. I thought of you ladies, some of whom I haven’t “seen” in months or have only seen in passing on FB, and I prayed for you. I wondered how you are doing. And I got misty-eyed (remember those hormones?) as I wished, for just a minute, that we could have some of that back.
Call it nostalgia for the good old days or whatever you want. But it’s where I was last night. And why I knew a post about Alex needed to wait another day. Because you were on my heart. And I wanted you to know.
And now, my own life (in the form of 21-month old toddlers) is calling. Hope to “see” you around soon. Happy Thursday!
@filledeparis – I’m due Oct. 9, so we’re 36 weeks this week. Should be an exciting month!
Shannah! I have often had similar thoughts. I am rather busy (aren’t we all) and rather pregnant, but I miss the “virtual connection” with all of you! It was such fun to dialougue with so many of you, and to meet some of you in real life. It’s hard to explain to others, but I do count you as friends.Those were sweet times…I loved hearing bits of the stories of your lives, sharing prayer requests, trials, recipes, laughs, etc. I would like to at least resume blogging occasionally. When are you due?
Not pregnant. Crying, too. This is beautiful. Summed up so much of how I’ve come to feel about blogging. And the reason I haven’t closed my account, despite my inactivity.
Miss it. Lots.
Check in all the time. Commenting less and less just because of all the busy around here. Posting even less than that.
Don’t go away, girlies! I still need you. Even if it is sporadic, teensy doses (I’m talking to you, Edlund girls).
i was having those same thoughts this morning while i was in the shower!! and then all day, i kept thinking i should really post an update, so finally i am here on xanga, trying to catch up on reading… and putting off writing another post.
I miss it, too, even though I’m one of the ones who hasn’t posted as much. I still check in most days, but for some reason, the thought of creating a post is overwhelming sometimes…
I miss it too! I often wonder what is happening in the lives of friends who have drifted away, into their busy real lives. I feel about the old, hoppin’ xanga the same way I do about my college dorm years….they were great while they lasted and sometimes I wish for just a few days to do it again!
love it. 🙂 i used to wonder, in the midst of the front porch chats, if we’d all still be blogging 20 years from then…and talking about our kids in college, etc. i guess not.
but, i’m glad for what’s still here even if it’s just a small bit of what used to be!
and geez o pete–you said TWENTY ONE MONTHS!!