A sample of my DNA is currently in custody of the US Postal Service so it remains to be seen how much, if any, Irish ancestry I have. I’ve always been a fan of the Irish goodbye, so I wouldn’t be surprised if my Eurocentric blood has at least a hint of Irish nestled between the strong Scottish and German notes. When making the drive from Pennsylvania to Clemson University in South Carolina during my college days, I’d often leave a couple of hours before the sun rose – my parents and siblings often not waking until I was through the worst of Washington DC traffic (I still have nightmares about the construction of the new Woodrow Wilson Bridge).
I’ve always preferred to slip away quietly rather than participate in goodbyes that are seemingly never ending and filled with awkward half-hugs. So perhaps that is why I haven’t visited this blog since October – you know, back before Bennifer reentered our nomenclature and Putin became an even bigger asshole. My desire to write at And Then We Laughed just sort of fizzled over the past couple of years, as if I’ve outgrown the space. The landscape of social media has changed exponentially since I wrote my first blog post in my early 20s and now here I am as a freshly-minted 39-year-old having the ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ conversation with my blog’s dashboard page.
“May your heart be light and happy, may your smile be big and wide. And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside.”– Irish Proverb
So I bid you farewell, And Then We Laughed. It’s been real.