In this card, my grandma expressed a concern that seems to be common among some of the readers of this here blog:
Yes, a number of you have asked me if I plan to stop blogging now that I'm out of D.C. Whew! I guess I did a good job of working the city-living angle, huh?
But let's back up. In 2007, I started this blog as a space to tell stories about my crazy new life in the capital. Stories like:
- The time a dude threatened to kill me on the Metro & another dude stepped in to save me
- The time I thought I was robbed by a soft-spoken, middle-aged woman who spoke little English
- The time I called the cops because my car had been stolen, except it hadn't been
The blog became a place where I wrote about other things, too, like my battles with feisty vermin such as centipedes & roaches, my sometimes-wacky trips home to Ohio & to other places like Philly & California, my love/hate relationship with D.C.'s constant gaggle of tourists, & a few serious things, too, like my dad's cancer & my ex-boyfriend's suicide. And, of course, I still tell stories. Like the time I lost all my pants. But they're stories about all kinds of things, not just D.C.'s many quirks, because I have a tendency to stumble into ridiculous situations, no matter the city.
The fact that so many people feared I'd shut down this space after leaving the District actually comforts me; it means I've done my job well, steered this blog in the direction I'd aimed for, made it look like I had some sense of purpose. It also means that I'm not speaking into a black hole, which is, you know, really nice. Thanks for liking me, seriously.
But you can't get rid of me that easily.
Will the focus change? Sure. Then again, it's always changing. Do I have any what I'm going to write about tomorrow? No, especially because I plan to spend the day locked up in a back room at the library applying for jobs, which isn't the stuff titillating blog posts are made of. But that's not the point. The point is that, you know, I'll still be here. And I'll still be telling you stories, even if they're not D.C.-centric anymore. And I hope you'll stay with me.
All that said, I'd love to hear what you want to hear from me. What do you wish you read more of on Suburban Sweetheart? Let me know in the comments or in this fancy poll I'm quite excited to have created. Even you lurkers can play along! The poll is 100% anonymous, so I have no way of knowing you've stopped by. Your anonymity is safe (& maybe creepy, but I respect your Internet-assured right to creepitude).
Anyway. Tell me stuff. Me love you long time.