I can’t even go there anymore. I can’t look, it’s one of the slowest, bloodiest deaths I’ve ever been privy to. It hurts to look. I finally did it. I unsubscribed.

I shouldn’t be sad about that, but I am.

EDITED TO ADD: This bit from Newscoma is a good way to sum up my feelings:

What I know I experienced and that I think others did was grief.

Grief that NiT will never be what it was when folks got involved. Grief that something beloved (or in some cases with certain bloggers let’s just say not beloved) was going to be different. Grief that something that was so transparent and filled with vitality that at times it was almost too raw was going to be different. Grief has many faces, and it’s not about death, it’s about loss.

LAST UPDATE, I SWEAR: Will you local bloggers be adding yourselves to the roll of the NewNashvilleIsTalking? (cue old man voice: Back in my day, we scoured the web and wrangled blog URLs by ourselves up a hill both ways. And we liked it!)