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Well its been a long time since I’ve written. I know, I know… it’s rare that I take such a long hiatus, but for a while something somehow managed to squash the urge to purge my thoughts on the screen.

For the most part, things are going really well. Sure, I have my complaints (which will, I'm sure, be unveiled in late night scribbles soon), but who doesn’t? Even in the most comfortable and smoothest of times, one generally has at least one thorn under foot. While my previous entries are not always riddled with sadness, frustration, or anger, I do find myself at my most creative and descriptive when I am holding a passionate pain. I was re-reading past narratives the other night and I was flooded with the memories of how difficult 2007 and 2008 were. Wow. The ups and downs, the confusion, the hopeless frustration, all consumed with such disappointment; the reappearance of a ghost who draped my spirit in bright brassy red; and the anger and bitterness that I rarely have that bubbled to the surface and narrowed my vision of possibility. And yet, again, the words that fill those pages are so much more real and raw than anything I’ve tried to write recently.

But, 2009, so far has been a different story. I’m happy in Seattle today. For the first time in a long time, the wanderlust that has always been so ever-present has subsided for a bit. This is my home, a place that comforts me and calls me when I am away for both long and short periods of time. The deep desire to travel is still there, of course, as it is something that will never leave me, but the urge to move somewhere new has turned its powerful head and is no longer staring me in the face, seducing me. Even the call of the ocean and lure of the sun and sand has quieted for the moment. We’ll see how long it lasts, but right now, it feels really, really good... to be home.