I started this site with no clear plan for what to do with it. I had a particular thing I wanted to write and I decided to call that piece No One Goes There Anymore and I ended up setting up a site by the same name.
That first post was a fairly big hit -- at least for my writing, which isn't saying much. It's not like I have an audience in the millions.
But I then stumbled around blindly, not sure what in heck I was doing because when I set the site up I only had plans to write that one piece. I had no idea where in heck I was going with that.
A lot of those initial posts have since been removed. Though saying "a lot" probably is deceiving because I didn't do much with this site for the first few months.
It was started in the middle of 2020, a year which featured a global pandemic and so much other drama that people roundly mocked it as a year that long ago jumped the shark and only kept getting crazier. If this year had been a movie script, it would have been rejected as too ridiculous to believe.
I was not unaffected by the general insanity of the year, so I did a lot of bad writing this year across various blogs and then redacted a lot of it. Somewhere along the way, I decided to make this blog into a space for "memoirs" of a sort and I figure a primary topic will be life in a Columbus, Georgia that no longer exists anywhere except my memory.
I was born and raised in Columbus. My father was career Army and bought a house the summer I turned three and retired from the army and I lived in that house until I was twenty.
I got married at age nineteen to another nineteen year old (yes, yes, that's accurate -- I got married at age nineteen and didn't leave home until I was twenty) and he eventually went into the army and we moved away. I continued to go back to visit because I had family there.
I returned home with two teenaged sons while going through a divorce and had a job at Aflac for a few years. I later left again to return to the West Coast which is better for my health.
I remain somewhat nostaligic at times for the Georgia that lives on in my mind but I am reluctant to indulge that nostalgia too much. Hopefully this blog will be an outlet for that which prevents it from going places I think could be problematic.
There is no implied promise that this will be only about Columbus, Georgia. As a military wife, I lived a lot of places and I also never got to be an urban planner, so this may end up being me geeking out about the built environment, especially about places I have lived or visited and have some firsthand knowledge of.
22 December 2020
That first post was a fairly big hit -- at least for my writing, which isn't saying much. It's not like I have an audience in the millions.
But I then stumbled around blindly, not sure what in heck I was doing because when I set the site up I only had plans to write that one piece. I had no idea where in heck I was going with that.
A lot of those initial posts have since been removed. Though saying "a lot" probably is deceiving because I didn't do much with this site for the first few months.
It was started in the middle of 2020, a year which featured a global pandemic and so much other drama that people roundly mocked it as a year that long ago jumped the shark and only kept getting crazier. If this year had been a movie script, it would have been rejected as too ridiculous to believe.
I was not unaffected by the general insanity of the year, so I did a lot of bad writing this year across various blogs and then redacted a lot of it. Somewhere along the way, I decided to make this blog into a space for "memoirs" of a sort and I figure a primary topic will be life in a Columbus, Georgia that no longer exists anywhere except my memory.
I was born and raised in Columbus. My father was career Army and bought a house the summer I turned three and retired from the army and I lived in that house until I was twenty.
I got married at age nineteen to another nineteen year old (yes, yes, that's accurate -- I got married at age nineteen and didn't leave home until I was twenty) and he eventually went into the army and we moved away. I continued to go back to visit because I had family there.
I returned home with two teenaged sons while going through a divorce and had a job at Aflac for a few years. I later left again to return to the West Coast which is better for my health.
I remain somewhat nostaligic at times for the Georgia that lives on in my mind but I am reluctant to indulge that nostalgia too much. Hopefully this blog will be an outlet for that which prevents it from going places I think could be problematic.
There is no implied promise that this will be only about Columbus, Georgia. As a military wife, I lived a lot of places and I also never got to be an urban planner, so this may end up being me geeking out about the built environment, especially about places I have lived or visited and have some firsthand knowledge of.
22 December 2020