This is my farewell column for the Daily Forum - Thanks for reading and please continue to follow my blog as I will try to keep posting columns there. Thanks
Breaking up is hard to do
It's not you, it's me. I love you, but I'm not "in love" with you — which is why I am saying goodbye.
To you, my loyal weekly readers I must say goodbye.
While I love your followings, laughs, criticism and support, it's time that I must move on with my life.
This may feel a bit like a bad break up, but there are plenty of other columnists in the sea— or online. And hey, I'm on Facebook.
As my male counterpart, our two fur babies and I move several hours away, I can't help but feel a little bit of my heart break.
Coming to Maryville for the first time — more than six years ago — was a thrill. To see supermarkets and grocery chains, stoplights and even a turning lane was like that time I thought the quarterback of the football team was waving at me — that kind of "hold the phone" exciting.
Turns out the quarterback was actually waving at the skinny blonde behind me, but at least my excitement for Maryville never faded.
Like any relationship, I fell in love with various traits. The Nodaway County Fair, Northwest homecomings, Bearcat football, Mozingo Lake, rodeos, Pagliais pizza and the infamous Spoofhound!
I tolerated the not so great traits like annual ice storms, hail storms and 3 p.m. traffic on South Main.
Through the years we've grown together.
For Maryville, championships were won, roads constructed, buildings demolished and rebuilt. Heck, I almost camped out in the parking lot of Taco Bell prior to their grand opening.
For me, I became a college graduate, started my career and met the man of my dreams — who happens to be a townie.
And while breaking up is hard to do and this one may have been inevitable - Maryville and you, my readers, will hold a special place in my memories and my heart.
Whether you have simply read my musings each week, picked up my inquisitive phone calls, been on the opposite side of my camera or even attended one of my many attempts at teaching a dance class — YOU have forever touched my life.
Thousands of you: readers, acquaintances, friends, colleagues, and strangers — you make Maryville great.
And so while it may be one of the worst break up lines in history — I'll say it again. It's not you, it's me — and it's true.
So with one last chance, I say goodbye and best wishes to you. To my readers: I thank you for your support of such a great, local paper. To my colleagues: I really thank you for your patience and being tolerant of my many questions, phone calls, e-mails and every photo I had to willingly or unwillingly take of you. To the students of MDA: thank you for being such good listeners and bearing with some of my more wild ideas. Always remember to "point your whole foot" and "no flamingos!!!"
It has been a pleasure to have such a great relationship with all of you and I will miss you very much.
But hey, we can still be friends. Right?