Here is the post that has been a long time coming: the one I have been dreading but constantly considering. How do you say goodbye to something that has been part of you for eight years? This blog began almost exactly eight years ago to the day, when Jason and I were still a twosome and had no idea what was in store for us. Three children, one dog, and endless home renovations later, a photography career and a new start with my librarian job, not to mention Jason about to take the reins with his own company… Our world has changed a great deal since we were newlyweds blissfully and obliviously stepping into the shoes of new parents and newly-minted Vermonters. I don’t think I could have survived it without the community I created here.
The time in my life when I finally slowed down after college then grad school then my first job then moving to San Diego then my second and third jobs and then getting married and then getting pregnant and then moving cross-country and then getting settled in a new house a new town a new role as soon-to-be mother was a bit of shock. I had no idea how to slow down, how to stay home, how to be a mom, and this blog became my outlet, something to do to keep my brain from rusting. I was happy that people found it interesting enough to follow along, proud that others found my photographs good enough to want me to take the next step into professional photography, and now indescribably happy that I have all these memories and photos, big and small, to remember the most gratifying years of my life. What I thought would be a time to slow down just turned into a different kind of busy and stimulating, in a vastly more meaningful way. Every decision I made every day, from what we ate to how much TV we watched to what books we read determined the people that my kids are today, and I will never have a job more important or critical in my life again. Nor will I ever have one that will have made me so unspeakably happy.
So with that epitaph, it is time to say good-bye to the blog, formerly known as It’s Peachy In Quechee and then good old Rub Some Dirt On It, which was way more about soothing my own aches and pains than my children’s, as we begin a new era in our lives with my return to work. This space helped me to reflect as a mother and a human, to be present and cognizant of the gift I was given every day, and to build a new life for myself within my marriage and career. Never a dull moment, never a day that I wished I could be elsewhere, never a more sincere person than myself than when I say thank you for sharing this experience with me, and thank you to myself for writing it all down. There is undoubtedly more to come, but one thing is for certain–
We all lived happily ever after.
With much love and gratitude.