Then for the longest time, I couldn't imagine a reason to leave Steem.

But bitcoin wasn't my home then and Steem isn't my home now.

You are.

I'd planned my last post on this chain to be a bitter kiss-off for the fly in our ointment; but if I wanted to talk to him I'd stay on his chain. Either way I don't imagine he'd read it. He's not my audience.

You are.

In 2012, when I became obsessed with bitcoin, reading everything I could, and trying to find or recruit anyone to talk to about it; anyone to share the passion, the excitement, I knew there had to be others like me. I knew you were out there.

You are.

I invited you to the pub every month, for years. I gave away delegations, supported newcomers, hosted Path of Exile races, shared your joy when you pulled that gold legendary; I even sent you a cockatoo.

I engaged, posted, commented, collaborated. I flew across the country to meet you at the Christmas party, and when I couldn't get to Krakow, or Thailand or Acapulco, I was there. Everything but my body, was right there.

Justin isn't the reason I'm moving exclusively to Hive.

You are.