Blogging has been a constant in my life for the last 5.5 years. Nearly every day. The longest I probably went without blogging was 5 days when I was in China (the trip was actually 10 days, but I found an internet cafe). The audience has completely changed over the years from people I knew offline to people I knew online back to people I knew offline.

And yet, I don\’t know why exactly I blog. I have so many responses to that question: (1) I have a need to be heard. (2) I want to document my life for my memoirs. (3) Because I love the online community and how blogging brings so much from it. (4) I love to write. (5) Stress relief.

Times have changed though. I am so plugged into this world. I don\’t like it, but at the same time, I am unwilling to let go. I know there\’s way too much of myself online because of this blog. Yet it\’s a place that I can rely on where my words are printed out in text and ideas are formed. But it\’s a place of memories of heartbreak and success. Then those silly, stupid moments.

When is it time to move on? But I know I can\’t.