If you subscribe to my blog updates, then yesterday you would have gotten a very, very long email with a list of 1300+ links. No, I didn’t go on a writing spree, but I finally cracked the code on migrating my old blogspot blog posts over to WordPress.
It’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I opened this blog. I have researched and read blog posts and watched youtube videos explaining the process, read troubleshooting forums and googled my heart out. Nothing worked. I was 10 minutes away from copying and pasting my content post by post (which would have taken years) when I decided to try one more thing.
I installed the recommended plug-in and things started to move. The process stalled out after transferring all of the posts, so none of the comments are showing, but it’s good enough for me. As long as I have words and pictures and the posts show up in order, I’m calling it a victory.
My early posts don’t have photos, but that has been a long-standing problem ever since one of my google drive folders suddenly came up empty. I have those photos saved on my computer and will someday get them all put back in place.
I’m happy to finally have all of my baby birds back in one nest. And as I’ve been clicking back through old posts (the archives can be viewed at the bottom of this page) it amazes me how many crazy stories I’ve lived and written down. Like August 2014 when Josh was still in Iraq and my car blew up and the kids and I walked home carrying a bowl of fruit salad. And then my back up car had no taillights and then the battery died so I couldn’t drive it anyway.
Or fall of 2011 when Carter was hiding under the car in the front yard because I wouldn’t let him wear his barefoot shoes to school one day. Or the time(s) that Camille screamed through swimming lessons so we quit. Or our Egypt: No Regrets tour during spring break 2012 when we took the train to Alexandria and sailed the Nile at sunset. These archives are a gold mine of crazy. And wonderful. And the perfect inspiration to keep writing because somehow our mundane day to day experiences take on a magical quality when I look back on them.
I’ve hit the jackpot.