Written December 25, 2015
On December 6, 2015 my life changed forever when I began divorce proceedings and the messy untangling of my life from my ex-husband’s.
Morchinland and all its inhabitants, all its dreams and ideals, all its Utopian perfection, was dead.
And then I fretted: without the lynchpin, without the cog, without the husband to hold this dream together, would it ever survive and thrive? I tried imagining myself continuing in this world by myself, bravely forging ahead, but alas, Beck put it best: “holding hands with an impotent dream, in a brothel of fake energy.” Thus my answer was quick and forthcoming, so that by the end of a fortnight, I was preparing to move myself and my children out of state to begin a new life somewhere else, somewhere fresh and vacant, somewhere without the handprints of the past smudging my vision.
The blog entries that everyone has been reading since September 2015 are all stories I wrote before my life went boom. They are good stories and were genuine and true at the time of their writing. But they are part of Morchinland, part of a world to which I no longer belong.
Therefore, this is the final post for this site. Tales From Morchinland is defunct, as there is no longer a unified Morchin family; we are fractured and shattered, broken and remade. What was is no more.
Thank you for reading these past few months. Farewell to you all, and farewell to Morchinland.
Goodbye.
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