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We’ve arrived in Texas.  I put my wife (and unborn child) on a plane last Wednesday.  It’s now the next Friday, and I’m already here with 1,400 miles of desert spun beneath my feet.  My father flew out to L.A. to help me load and pack the truck, and once it was we stuck out driving along the seemingly unending stretch of road that comprises Interstate 10.  Although it took almost three full days of driving, the trip went by quickly.  My wife and her parents met us at the new place and we unloaded the truck and were inside—among boxes, anyway—within a few hours.  I’m near Lake Travis, and it’s gorgeous.  Strangely, it still hasn’t quite sunk in that I’ve moved from Los Angeles.  I think this is due to the fact that it happened so fast.  From decision to move to actual execution of everything was a mere month and a half.
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We moved here with the hopes, dreams, and blind aspirations of two newlywed lovers longing to make an impact on the world before us. Now, four years later, we return home to Texas still filled with hopes and dreams but now longing for a quieter life, and one in which our new baby will understand the importance of family and breathe the clean air of the hill country. We leave this city in the hands of those who understand how to balance the busyness and the personal that we just quite couldn’t get a handle on. We love Los Angeles and the friends we’ve made here, but despite four years and several moves trying to make this mass of people and cars feel like home, it never has. We felt like we were chasing a stability that didn’t exist. (more…)

A webisode I cut for the band One Republic. It’s a tour log piece about their show at the House of Blues, Anaheim last year. It is also posted on the band’s MySpace page. (more…)

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