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Hogg and My Medium Friends
A community letter to my online friends
Some days, I wake up feeling sensitive to everything, strong and weak at the same time. I’m not a fledgling; I’m a grown man with all the faults of a grown man.
Having people connect with me through my words is a touching thing.
I’m not a man writing for profit. I’m a few cents-a-day guy writing for the joy of writing and the connection it offers me. The harmonious world of Hogg people.
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m a child, a poet, or a gypsy, but I do know where it feels like home. Medium and my friends here is one place I won’t leave anytime soon.
My physical home will change. It’s the right time.
I come to Medium to help myself to a spoonful of affection, like a child coming home to the smell of bread in the oven.
If life had been as certain and direct as the path writing has taken me down, I would never have known doubt in my life. Being out in the world, exposed, even to friendly faces, is a scary thing.
Many have expressed a wish to do the same as Jenny and I, to leave America, but for many, this is your birth home, and who would run from that connection?
