This past weekend I set up a Wordpress account, as I've been worried about what might happen here in Bloggerville. I was able to import my posts from 2009 and 2010 but none of the ones this year. Not sure why, I'm still learning the ropes over there.
As I gaze at my new Wordpress account with its relative newness and emptiness, I realize that here on Coming Down the Mountain is where I belong. It is here where friendships have been forged, frustrations and joys shared, followers added and counted one by one, comments read and rejoiced over, where my soul has been laid bare. You cried with me when my mother died. This is my blogging home.
I started it in June, 2009, with my plaintive first post which I later deleted because it sounded so pathetic. It took me an entire year to get twenty-five followers. When people I didn't know started following me I was ecstatic. I ignored all the "writers need websites" talk and kept right on blogging.
This is essentially my website and seems sufficient. Maybe if I get famous and have zillions of fans, I will want the distance a website gives. In that case, I'm all prepared with a site at Wordpress. *grin*