Well, hello.

mrsLicky is back. For now.

It’s weird, right? OD was a massive part of my life…I’m sure a lot of people can say that.

I remember right before the site shut down, I went and read some of my oldest entries, and a part of me was kind of thankful that my old self still lived on in at least one way. Reading that made me 17 years old again, for a brief time, and it was fun to see that reality still existed somewhere.

And then when this diary finally restored last week, I excitedly looked for my 2011 entries, when I was pregnant with Henry (and honestly, that year of my life stands out as when I had my shit together the most as a mother, so I really kinda wanted to go back there)…and for some reason my diary only restored entries from 2001-2010. Nothing beyond that saved, and I’m sad. Sad enough to not want to make a new home here because such a massive, positive piece of my life is missing. It feels incomplete, and I’m one of those weirdos that needs things to happen in order. Like when I find a new podcast and I have to listen from the first one through to the current one.

And maybe that’s silly, but it’s enough to make me want to let this place disappear.

I have Facebook friends that I made on OD a decade ago. I learned that writing through the mundane helps me process life into manageable pieces because of OD. I had a morning routine of documenting every little detail of life on OD…sitting in my dark office at 6:30am, waiting for my coffee to kick in while purging my brain of all the gunk so I could get my work done. It was a happy place in my life. But it’s hard to get attached when so much of it is missing.

Welcome back, either way, OD. It’s good to see your name again.