Home Places

Lately I’ve wanted some kind of change in the things I do. How I really want to have some kind of home in words. Not words over on some social media site or wallowing in favorites and boosts. More of a place I could hold. A place I could own and feel. A start of a thing. Not just where blog posts go when I’m done. Lately this feeling has been overwhelming at times. This unhappiness with my mere presence on the fediverse. How I felt I wanted different. Wanted to just have a single place to call home. This blog. This place really is it. It’s where my words start. I kinda made this. Little bits and bytes of 11ty. I wanted to say at the end of the day, yeah. This is mine. Here is where I sit down and have a say. Whether it’s Cambodia or life or coffee. It’s my say and for some time I felt it was lost in the measures of toots and cross posting. Like somewhere the message felt lost. Like I found but lost it all. So I decided things needed a reset. The old journal had to go. I wanted to make…