After a good bit of anguish spent in America's upper north, I've finally moved elsewhere, back home.

Home. Evansville, Indiana. Place fits my mood, for the time being.

There's family here I havn't seen in 3+ years. I've got an ex-aunt here I haven't seen since 1991, and 2 cousins I also have yet to see for a long time. Family complications. I wish I could see them, visit them, but I'm extremely different from which I last saw them.

Then there's family I know. Family I'm radically different from. Its good to see them again, yet a reminder of my immediate blood ties's resemblance to me: slim to none. Still an outcast amongst thieves, to put it metaphorically.

Part of me feels empty.

Another part feels filled, with an emotion I can't determine.

Over the trip from Alaska to Indiana, I had few people contact me. Very few, a one-handed count. One person, whose contacted me the most, kept me grounded to reality with their concern. My best friend. She knows who she is; I miss her all the time. If there's one person I'm always glad to have in my life, its her.

With all this new change, and new familiarity, art's been a bit slow. New drawings are to be finished soon, speed sketches, photos, etc. I've wanted to write a work of fiction too, but I blame Terry Brooks's Shannara series for NaNoWriMo being postponed for next year.

Regardless, life's an adventure. I'm just waiting to level up, I guess.