It really has. I don't spend a lot of time on dA any more, and I regret that. I miss the community. I miss the contact. But still I don't spend much time on here. I don't take a lot of photos. I don't publish my writing on here because I want to save it for publication, but I don't seek publication either.
On the other hand, things are good. We've finally moved to our (like rescued cats) forever home. Four acres. Chickens, geese, cats, dog. We bought five little ducks the other day. I hope we'll get more animals as time goes on. I want to have goats again, maybe pigs. We've moved in with my parents, and it seems like just in time, because my dad's health has taken a downturn and we need to help run the smallholding. I'm spending my days gardening, weeding, making order out of chaos. My arms tingle with nettle stings. I can't pretend everything runs smoothly. We're merging two households, and it's complicated. But compared to living in a town, this is utter bliss. Sunshine, grass, trees, freedom. It's beautiful, and we're home.