“Eighteen days” said the feed status since the last time I wrote in this corner of the Internet Highway. Is that a sad display of blog love or is it a clear sign of neglect? Either way,  thankfully this blog can’t call me in or report me to a blog neglect site (that I know of anyway) Can you imagine if our blogs have a voice? Rights? A say in how things went down? I shudder to think! Provocation would be one of the first blogs seized and shuffled into a blog foster care system.

~Outta Here~

Basically I’ve been off in Rebecca LaLa Lands with a side of absorbing changes, packing up my house to move, pondering the direction of my next 10 years, and writing where my writing dictated I go, which is a different location. When I go into overloaded mode, I tend to shut down non-major artery systems and it seems, this aspect of my life is the first to go, typically. Ehhh, enough of that……

I’m moving, houses that is (no more blog moves, evvahher)

Who knew moving would uncover a hundred things I thought long gone. As I pack up each day I find myself going, “Oh hell, so that’s where I put that” and “Oh, why do I even have this…donation time!” The worst exclaim that can be heard at my soon to be deserted home is “OMG - Get the hazard suit, the dust bunnies have been located and they have been breeding.” I’ve confirmed that what you don’t see, can’t hurt you and ignorance is dust particle bliss.

There’s a reason I’m a strict creature of habit. I like having my things exactly where I want them and having my life in boxes is not such a great feeling. Although I’m excited to move into the new digs, this grey zone is grade A torture. I know some people who move on a yearly basis and at this point, I can’t even comprehend how they do it. I’ve lived in this house for 8 years (creature of habit) which is evidenced by the dust bunny population.

Until I get finished moving, get unpacked, get resettled and all Rebecca cozy and comfy, posting on this site and interaction on the Internet will continue to be minimum at best. I take comfort in my complete and total trust in the fact this world will continue chugging along it’s merry way without me. I know this because I have not achieved world domination as of yet and no one is counting on me in the least. It’s good to be a nobody ~

And Lastly. Over my years of blogging I have exchanged addresses with many people from the Internet world. I’ve sent things afar in the mail and received some great notes and letters back. My address is changing so I decided to do something I probably should have done a long time ago. I purchased myself a private personal mailbox. If those that have my address could revise to this new address, that would be great. If you didn’t have my address and want to send me a hello in a real live mailbox, well, here ya go! I might feel better about my 70 dollars for 6 months mailbox purchase if I actually get something in the mail (grin)

New Address;
Rebecca Anne
3527 S. Federal Way, Ste 103, #221
Boise, Idaho
83705

P.S. I don’t live there so attempting any form of cyber stalker might be tricky. The guy that runs the place looks like he could kick some ass. Ya know, just thought I should mention that.