Eight Candles

Today A Walker in the Suburbs celebrates its eighth birthday. This is hard to imagine — that for eight years I've been writing posts at least every weekday and often more. But I need no better reminder than the one starting this weekend. The blog's beginnings are entwined with the vast snowfall we had that winter and watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics on the TV in the basement (when there was still a futon down there).

I've been reading some of my earlier birthday posts and thinking about how important it is to keep things fresh. A blog facelift is definitely in the works (at least in my own mind if not yet in code) and the writing itself can always be liberated.

How easy it is to get boxed in, both in life and in blogging, and if there's one thing I don't want for A Walker, it's limitations.

Eight-year-olds are full of life — skinned knees and messy projects. And so I hope it is for this eight-year-old. And with that, I raise a glass (actually a cup of tea) to say, "Happy Birthday, Blog!"

(Photo: notonthehighstreet.com)