Rachel at Progressively Unnecessary wrote a post yesterday about leaving her school at the semester and how sad she is about it. It's for a good reason - her husband got a new job in a new state and they can't afford to live in two different places - but she's heartbroken about leaving her kids. Which I get. I would be too. (Heck, I will be. What's that? I'm dwelling? Yeah, little bit. I'm working on it.)
When I read her post, though, my first thought was, "Oh no! I don't want you to go!"
Think about that for a second.
She's a blogger. Who lives across the country from me. Whom I've never met in person. Whom I've never even talked to - we've just read and commented on each other's writings.
And I still felt like I was losing a friend.
But that's the fabulous thing about blogging - I'm not. Because I assume that wherever Rachel goes, she'll still be blogging. Different kids, different curriculum, lots of changes - but still writing about it. And I can still read it.
Ain't blogging grand?
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