It dawns on me that this humble little weblog recently passed the fifth anniversary of its inception. Two weeks ago, to be exact. I’ve been taken up completely with other things since my return from South Africa (the new job, mostly, which I will get into another time) and had barely enough time to eat a proper dinner, let alone tend to my RSS feeds and bookmarks and draft posts and what have you, so I’m sure you can forgive me for not marking the occasion.
Even if I had remembered, and had the time to do something about it, I’m not sure that I could comment on anything other than my surprise at having lasted so long (breaks noted and excepted). It’s a cliche, sure, but it really hasn’t felt like half a decade. Time flies when you’re having fun, I suppose.
I’d like to think that my missing such a milestone is a mark of how this site has blended into the narrative of my life in such a way that it’s no longer something distinct from me as a person any more; it’s not merely something I do, but something I am — or at least describes what I am, what I have been, and what I want to be. In a less intellectually bullshitty manner, it’s nothing special anymore — it’s just what I do.
Maybe in another five years I’ll think differently. But even in saying that I know that something has changed, because I don’t really doubt that there will be another five years to come. It doesn’t bear thinking about. It goes without saying. It’s just what I do.