Obviously I've been reading far to much Hermann Hesse as of late.

I honestly don't know what brings me back to this account. I suppose I would just like to put in words a bit of my life as of now.

I don't expect anyone to read it.
I have a strange feeling that there is some sort of closure necessary with all of you.

I have moved to California. Changed my name. Started a new life. Met new people and essentially been forgotten by most of you. This is of course fine. The relationships I had with you, whom ever is reading this, in the past was with someone completely different than the person I am now. Utah held me back. My Marmee and myself have agreed that we felt pressured in Utah. Conformity was a major part of that lifestyle which, if you ask me,. . . is just plain fucked up.

California is a release from that. Free thinkers sit in the corner cafes (there's one every block or so) arguing philosophy or politics. Racial diversity. Cities are quirky. There is such a variety here. I feel like I can breath. I have escaped the cookie-cut people and places that tragically most of you all still experience.

That said, I feel nostalgic. And I'd really like to hear from some of you. How's life? Where are you? What are you doing?