Now that I made a big stink about social media yesterday, more specifically about Facebook, I guess I should offer a little confession. I talked about those in person friends that I had actually spent time with and how hurt I am that there is zero communication after curing myself of social media mania. Well, what I didn’t tell you is that I am struggling with a bit of an issue since leaving. It’s an issue of jealousy.
I’m not jealous over Facebook. That’s just silly. What I am talking about is a little more personal.
You see, my husband also left Facebook shortly after I did. Only, when he left there was a bit of a difference… When we moved there was a bit of a difference… He just has had a whole different experience.
I left Facebook back in November. It was November 29, 2016, to be exact. I didn’t just deactivate my account; I completely deleted it.
Of course, Facebook will allow me to remake a profile and begin again if I choose to, but I haven’t done that. I’ve thought about it a few times. I mean, it sure would be nice to hear from some old friends. I think. Maybe.
If you are wondering why the uncertainty, please read on.
We took the kids out and about exploring our new town today. We went to a couple of different walking trails and just enjoyed the sunshine and the experience. The temperature was hovering in the 60s; we couldn’t have asked for a better day.
One of the areas we went to took us up high and we got a great look down on the town.
The pictures show it from two different directions. Basically, town and the main park in town. You can see that the snow is melting and spring is starting to peek out at us.
I can’t wait to see this place when everything turns green. The town is loaded with walking trails and various open spaces. I just know it’s going to be spectacular!