Lately I've been posting a lot of my old writings (Lonely Thoughts, Breathing in Solitude, Thinking Alone, Crashing Into Myself, Flying Mortality). There are a few reasons why I'm posting something that I wrote back in '97 and '98:

• To prove to myself how much I have grown as a writer
• To show to myself how much I have matured as a person
• Few people have read that stuff, and someone might want to

The main reason, though, is that I wrote most of it while in California. I was lonely and depressed for most of the three months that I was there. It was not an enjoyable experience. I had no one to talk to, so I wrote. A lot. And then I wrote some more. Now, I'm going back to California almost a decade later. I want to have the previous experience fresh in my mind for comparison purposes.

Tomorrow morning I fly out to California to move into corporate temporary housing. My wife is not coming until the next weekend, when she and Scriptlet will drive out to join me. That means I'm going to be without my family for over a week. I think I'll be alright, since I start my shiny new job on Tuesday. It looks like Google is a great place to work, and I imagine that the next week will be extremely busy and exhausting.

I keep trying to think of it as a great adventure. As a military brat, I'm not afraid of moving. I've been moving around all of my life. I've lived in the Dallas area for far too long. I came to college here in '98, so this is the longest I can lived in the same state. Sure, I moved around in Denton and then moved to McKinney, but I didn't really have to say goodbye to any friends. I'm pretty sure that saying goodbye this time will be easier, since I have so many ways of keeping in contact with them, from my cell phone (I'm not changing my number), to email, to Facebook and that other crappy social network.