Trying to find a new writing home.  Like a gypsy I have been pulling up stakes and traveling endlessly in search of truly private venue.  First the handwritten diary which obviously had no privacy.   Then a diary site which in poor judgment I let my boyfriend know about and inevitably had to let him have access.  Then a blog which I started and then (with incredible stupdity) accessed to write a single entry from home and forgot to clear history - so there it was, an open invitation to yet another of my hoped for bastions of catharsis.
This time I'm being more careful and may eventually relax to be able to write openly, true to myself.  Anonymously, with the feedback of strangers, I will be able to expose myself without judgment.