Moving to a New Neighborhood

I was never in love with my old blogging platform, TypePad. So I wasn’t prepared for the tears when I exported Poultry and Prose from it.

Not having a lot of technical experience compared to other bloggers, I was never sure if the issues I bumped up against were due to my own limited knowledge or because of a glitch experienced by others.

The tears came from watching the status bar reel off one post after another during the import and export process.  I remembered my mindset at the time each post was written: insouciance, optimism, determination, and a singular time of heartbreak. I could also visualize a status bar of applications added one by one: Twitter, Facebook, Livestream, CoverItLive, digital photography. Again, pretty basic stuff to any self-respecting techie, but giant steps for me.

I treasure the expertise of bloggers I’ve met on TypePad—some really wonderful ones—as well as the loyalty of readers who have become friends. But I felt like my message was changing and TypePad wasn’t the right venue for it.

So here I am in a new neighborhood, Blogger. I’m reaching for light switches that aren’t there, holding color swatches up against the walls, bumping against furniture I didn’t expect to find. The tears have passed and things are getting better by the moment. I expect to be joined here by one or perhaps two more blogs. And who knows, maybe a neighbor will come by with a plate of cookies.

Here's a great recipe I'll share with the neighborhood.