This is a sad tale of loss, stupidity and greed, and only two of them are mine.
A long, long time ago, I read the blog of a friend---a young woman who is full of life and good humour---and decided that I could probably manage a blog myself.
My first post was a bit fearful; I wasn't sure why I wanted to write, I wasn't sure I knew anyone who would actually read if I wrote, but that was back in the day when lots of people were starting blogs and reaching out to people they didn't really know but seemed fascinating.
After writing my first post, I filled out the profile which asked about favourite books and movies and music, and within minutes, someone who shared my interest in a band listed there had written me a funny note, that was just intriguing enough to make me go over to her blog and read her posts. I don't know how often it happened that I read something interesting in the comments of a blogger, clicked on the writer's link and ended up with a new friend. And they really are friends, the ones I've been delighted to meet in person, and the ones I still hope to meet one day.
I continued with that blog for about 6 years, and I loved it. I loved writing it; I loved the comments I read; I loved that I was writing about my family and friends, chronicling things I found profound or silly or witty, and that I'd be able to look back on these posts and perhaps interest my grandchildren in reading stories about our family and friends.
That blog was where I told things as they happened and as I reacted to the things going on around me; where I babbled on about all the happiness in my life, and where I wrote about my mother's death. I often went back to the archives to help me remember how I'd felt about something or to check what a friend had written in the comments. I loved it.
A mistake, a technical and horrible mistake happened and I could no longer use that blogsite, but a friend helped me to move it to a dot net site. That friend got seriously ill, and when the time came for me to renew with the host, because she was acting as my webmaster, I had no opportunity to renew the site even though I spoke to someone representing the site who could have helped. I didn't know the username or the password, and even though I could tell the guy what was on almost every page, he wouldn't let me renew.
I understood, but was heartbroken. And honestly, I didn't really believe all the stories were gone.
Recently, I wrote to the person who now uses http://lornainwonderland.net/ He or she is using it to host a blog about kitchen design, and naively, I thought might let me buy the URL---after all, what does www.Lornainwonderland.net do to pull in people interested in kitchens?
I got an answer back that I could buy the URL for a mere $700.00. I'm sickened and disappointed, but not acquiescing. I think I'd rather not have put my heart on my sleeve like that.