MoldovAnn

My brother has generously financed and supported my blogging habits for the past five years, handling all technical issues, allowing me to remain blissfully tech-unsavvy for a long time. He’s urged me to develop better habits, coaxed me into dabbling with new-fangled things like RSS feeds. I must admit, I’m a curmudgeon at heart, and I fight the changes he encourages, kicking and screaming, until I actually try them and realize they are pretty dang cool.

He finally put his foot down about the blogging; he’s not going to enable my selfish behavior anymore. He’s cutting me off. Really, this is the only way to deal with me. I don’t blame him.

Bless his heart, he’s not just throwing me out to the wolves, to fend for myself. He found a way for me to blog that’s even easier than letting him take care of everything for me.

All this change stuff have also given me the opportunity to reflect on what I want to do with my blogging, too. Sometimes it feels like more of a burden than a pleasure, sometimes I can’t wait to write, most times I don’t manage to find the time to write. Maybe shaking things up a bit, starting up a new site that’s easier for me to use, will help me to blog more.

I’ve decided it’s also time to retire MoldovAnn. I started this blog to share stories with family and friends while I was in Peace Corps in Moldova. I thought I was so clever to call it MoldovAnn. Well, I was in Moldova for one year, and have been in Ukraine for over four years, so it seems time to give myself a moniker that more accurately reflects who I am, or at the least, isn’t completely inaccurate.

And so a new blog is born, Anka’s Place. You can catch me there.