My mother raised me to write thank you notes.
Where or where would I be without you?
You were this shining beacon of societal acceptance that arrived on the scene just when I thought I might go mad. You allowed my to be myself when I desperately needed to be. You offered a glimpse of family. A dysfunctional, pass the gravy and guilt-trip at Thanksgiving sort of family…but a family nonetheless. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You fill a niche that no one else can in this city. You are a social networking site that is truly social. You allow me to foster new friendships and build on old ones. You allow me to try my hand at charity and sports and art and music.
You give and give and so often I forget to say thank you. So, Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. The friendships that I have won through you are some of my most treasured.
IndyMojo is home to artists, athletes, writers, students, professionals, hippies and right-wingers, movie lovers and musicians. It has something for everyone.
And, to each and every one of you that call IndyMojo a part of your life in some way, shape, or form; thank you too. You make the site what it is today, a living, breathing thing capable of bringing joy into someone’s life. Please don’t lose sight of that.
All my love,