Standing Around the New House
I imagine myself in the middle of an empty room of a house I just bought. I didn't buy one, Voodoo Children, but work with me here. I'm standing here, tapping my well-heeled toes on bare hardwood floors. The sound of the tapping is a lot louder than I realize because there is no furniture. And there are wall frockery. It's empty. I feel a little remorse and maybe a little sad, but in the end it's a naked new house, and I think it's a good thing.
No, it's a real good thing, and something I've been wanting to do for a while.
First off, I've been with blogger now more than 6 years. I'm a little sad that I decided to move onto, well Moveable Type. I have been thinking about it for a while, simply because Blogger went down a few times when I really depended on it, and I was debating about leaving anyway. I was really reluctant to try and move to another blog tool, but I'm here now. Tapping my foot. And it isn't a bad thing.
I'm the kind of girl that's brand loyal. If I love you, I love you. If I hate you, I hate you. I love Blogger, and I think I always will. But even I had to get rid of my favorite old college sweatshirt because it was just too old and ugly, and then I got a new one and I floss it all the time.
So for now, this is where I am. Tapping my foot. I like it, it has potential. So bear with me while I knock about making adjustments.
Kisses,
Voodoo