If I write, and no one is reading, is my blog still there?

Picking up, moving, and starting a new job every few months has become practically routine that I'm almost taken aback when people express amazement and/or amusement at my insouciant attitude toward the whole ordeal. But perhaps I expend too much energy obsessing about the little things to be too concerned with possibly more significant things like moving. I've just moved for the 12th time in the last 32 months, and will begin my 4th new job since graduating from school. And reading that Bernard Malamud was more of a listmaker than myself ('My Father Is a Book: A Memoir of Bernard Malamud,' by Janna Malamud Smith),

"He wrote lists all the time on pieces of yellow newsprint, always had one on his desk of "things to do," often neatly subdivided: letters, telephone calls, class planning, social engagements, and so on. They were a preferred way of making order, and it wouldn't have been unlike him to write to soothe unmanageable feelings, to steady himself with words. Years later, close to death, he would attempt to quiet panic about his diseased heart by carefully listing symptoms."

I feel justified in listing my moves here:

1. may 2004 - home, brooklyn, ny
2. june 2004 - hbs housing, boston, ma
3. sept 2004 - house on bigelow, cambridge, ma
4. dec 2005 - s & p sublet, mit, cambridge, ma
5. feb 2005 - warehouse, mit, cambridge, ma
6. sept 2005 - church corner, cambridge, ma
7. june 2006 - home, brooklyn, ny
8. oct 2006 - uws, ny, ny
9. apr 2007 - homeless for 4 weeks
10. may 2007 - westwood, la, ca
11. aug 2007 - valley village, ca
12. feb 2008 - oxnard, ca