What a Difference a Year Makes

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~ Benjamin Disraeli



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It's pretty much an accident that I discovered that today is my blog's first birthday. That was a fun little mind-boggling thought, I can tell you.

A year ago, I really wasn't quite sure what a blog even was.
A year ago, I was still trying to remember that I wasn't visiting San Francisco, but was actually a resident.
A year ago, I still had a car.
A year ago, I still owned a pair of shorts.
A year ago, I didn't have a camera.
A year ago, I didn't have the friends I have now, thanks to this little technological wonder we call the interwebs.

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I almost didn't write this post because I figured it's kind of silly, a year is an arbitrary marker of time, and who cares? I'm not a very nostalgic person myself.

And then I thought about all of the doors that have opened for me, the knowledge I've gained, the words I've written, the things I think about now, the people who have touched my life and made it nicer and sweeter--all directly attributable to my little tangobaby patch of the blogosphere.

This Sunday I'm going to have a lovely tea/brunch with a new friend from Paris and another new friend from San Francisco (and we'll be joined by another 10 or 12 that I have not met yet), all of us living different lives and some in different cities, but all connected somehow by our words and thoughts. I would never have met these people in forever and a day if not through blogging.

And for all of the rest of you who I've come into contact with through this medium, thank you for hanging out with me. And for those of you who've just arrived, welcome.

I'm glad to know you.

Photo Time... from flickr.