At the time, I was all excitement and ideas. Endless possibilities. Within two months, the grand premise of our blog, "to introduce, explain, discuss, and demystify various hobbies and fandoms to promote an understanding between geeks and to spark an interest in the things that interest us," had become less of a mission statement and more of a general suggestion. My blogging buddy Alex and I didn't write for Exfanding Your Horizons so much as we wrote for ourselves, and the things we wrote happened to be a good fit for the blog most days. Even when the enthusiasm cooled and the inspiration ran thin, there was never any question about keeping the blog going. It was a habit. It was a part of our lives. Nobody wonders how long they'll keep their routine of eating breakfast in the morning before giving it up forever; there are certain assumptions we make. There was never any question that Exfanding would go on indefinitely.
Then suddenly it stopped, and we were on indefinite hiatus.
Look at my first post on this blog. James Bond would return. It was only a matter of time.
Look at my reflections from this time last year. That guy flipping burgers in the back might be Elvis, but in all likelihood, the King had come and gone.
By now, I've come to grips with the fact that I'll never have breakfast again.
Not that I'd turn it down. If Alex came back and said, "Hey, let's get the blog going again," I'd say, "Whoa! I haven't heard from you in, like, a year! How's work? How's life? And also, yes." But The Great Exfanding Revival of 20XX is no longer something I anticipate, or even necessarily hope for. I'll say it again: We had a good run at Exfanding. Past tense. It took me some time to wrap my head around the inevitable discontinuation of the thing that would go on forever, but my satisfaction with what the both of us accomplished through our humble little blog has never wavered.
If anything, I look back more fondly as the years go by. Perhaps that's the real reason why I'm still celebrating. I replay Crystalis every year on The END DAY not because I'm secretly hoping for a sequel, but because I love the game and don't need much of an excuse to relive the fond memories. Why should Exfanding be any different?