There seem to be a couple of hundred people who read my posts on a daily basis. I suspect some of those blog stats come from all the preschool teachers Googling lyrics to a certain song about driving around town in a bus all day. And some come from people looking for one of the other two Emily Rosenbaums, some twit on a reality TV show and a considerably more serious one who teaches at F*rdham University and has the misfortune of sharing her name with the two of us blockheads.
There do seem to be, however, a group of you who actually come back on a regular basis to read what I have to say here. Some of you are bloggers who I have met online. But many, many others are people I know from the actual, three-dimensional world.
We have moved a lot, J and I. Each place we live, we meet more people and add them to our group of friends. Now, as I update our contact list to prepare for the baby announcements, I realize that we know people with zip codes starting in everything but an 8, not to mention the international post codes. I was thinking of adding John McCain to our baby announcement list, just to have an 8 code, but I couldn’t decide which house to send it to.
And some of these friends from over the years read my blog. People in North Carolina and Illinois. People in London and Columbus. People in Salem and the Upper Whatever Side and the far outskirts of Beverly Hills. Stateless people in the District of Columbia.
These are people who have known me when I was a teenager, through my twenties, into my thirties. They know my kids’ real names, but they get confused sometimes because they are so used to reading my blog. They are married and single and gay and straight and even from different political parties.
And then there are the relatives. Not mine (I don’t think, but who knows), but my husband’s. There are a lot of Rosenbaum relatives out there, and one by one, they have started reading. They may or may not comment on the blog, but now and then I get an email from them speaking to something I have written.
So, to all of you – the friends, the relatives, the former colleagues, the people stalking me from afar – thank you. Thank you for caring about us and our family. Thank you for supporting me. I love that you read my words, and I hope you will drop me a line to tell me that you are there and have been checking in.
And, if you know anyone with an 8 zip code, send ‘em my way.