Hello world

I suppose I'm a rather flighty creature of habit. No matter what new shiny things flash by me, I find myself circling back in on old stomping grounds. Or maybe that's just a natural consequence of nostalgia.

I guess it doesn't matter. Point is, I'm blogging. A little more out of the way, hopefully a little more carefully, but here I am - Narcissus, back at the old reflecting pool. See? I can still be pretentious.

Getting to the meat of it, now. A couple weeks ago, my mom mentioned that she still reads my old blog. My first reaction was "oh God, that's right, I never took it down!" My second was "why?"

She said that my posts were funny and they meant a lot to her. Sweet, but still perplexing.

I've shed a lot of myself over the years, coming off in sheets and pieces like a reptile's skin. The shed of my old blog was battle-worn, pocked with scars that remind me of things best forgotten.

The past few years of my life have been heavy on re-contextualization. It's been increasingly possible to see myself as I am and was, the amalgamation of my person-hood finally coming into scope. It's been a little unsettling, but I believe it's healthy.

Keeping a blog seems like a logical next step, then. It's a place to meet myself, have little talks, and maybe let in a few others.

Hello again, world.