It's been 13 years.
It's time to go. This is going to be an effort post, but I've been here long enough to think I deserve one
I had made a decision, for my own and my husband's sanity, to leave anyway. What happened last night was a shock, but I knew it was coming eventually, if not now, then in mid terms, or in four years. You can't bottle something like that up once it's been let loose. The new reality of politics makes posting on a site like this more of a stress, more of an effort than a pleasure. It's been hard these past few years to be in the position that I have been, where I am in a country (the UK) that I don't want to be part of. I am not British. But I am Scottish, regardless of where we are constitutionally.
But my husband is American and that aspect of politics has always been a burning passion for me. It's why I joined all those years ago. But he has also made it very real these past five years. I can't console him, ashen faced at 3am and then wade through the entrails online, disconnected from the effect it has. I can't do it anymore. It isn't fair.
It's just stopped being fun. I always promised myself I would stop, when that happened. It's happened so I'm stopping.
I had written a few parting shots. A few thanks and a few annoyances, but I decided not to, because ultimately I hope I have more friends than enemies. I know who likes me and who doesn't and it's been a relief, even with the potential for online anonymity to be myself and be judged based on that.
Unfortunately for me, all my maps are on here. So I want to leave them hosted. I won't be doing the random password re-set but I'll be here for a week or so to wrap things up. Do I promise not to be back? No; if anything happens on my doorstop I'll drop by. If Russian warplanes screech overhead, I'll let you know.
So. Bye
(Strangely cathartic)
Andrew