Until now, the last writeup I had here was my daylog from September 27, 2010. Give me a minute to get past the realization that's over six years ago.
That log now has a postscript: this one. I was last in California in late 2013. The feeling of being an outsider, a visitor, was stronger. So much had changed in the Bay Area that the place now, more than ever, didn't feel like it had ever been my home. I called Tom and told him I was cutting the trip short and coming home.
I still dream of California, though very rarely now. Sometimes I say, out loud, the names of cities and streets and places there, just so I remember how they feel in my mouth and sound to my ears.
On the other hand, there are some places you can come back to, where things are pretty much the same, and folks are glad to see you back: E2. Good to be back. I've missed you all.