After 500 years of writing in my journals a friend, Jessica, told me that I should start a blog.

This is my first blog.  With that it isn't my first time writing and I'm somewhat hopeful that not many follow my blog.  People who do will think I'm either crazy or fictional, which is fine for me.

I plan on letting my friends know what I'm up to today, and perhaps even telling them a bit more about my past than what they currently know.  I have this feeling that every day that I write here may take away from my journal writing but we can hope not.

An old man once told me that if you get to involved in one thing then everything else will suffer for it.  He was right, he was always right.  Everything he ever told me, even though I may not have understood it at the time, was correct. 

When you out live everyone around you those few things in life that matter really become even more important.  Many years ago I decided it was better for me to stay away from people.  It's hard to lose ones that you've come to love.  However, if you don't love anyone, then life becomes harsh and I began to get harsh with it.  I have Jessica to thank for making me realize that loving people, even those you know you'll lose, is worth every bit of the heartache that you end up with.  She showed me that my life was going down a road that I would have never thought it would.  I was becoming a cold hearted person.  Someone who didn't care about anything or anyone.  When you can't die, that can become a problem.

Evil.  It's a simple word and one that I've come to know well.  My years in England show that I'm capable of doing what's wrong.  Though I never thought myself to be evil, other may have.  Sherlock Holmes always saw through me though.  He knew I never wanted to hurt anyone, and that I only wanted to do something exciting.  I think it was that feeling that made me take adventures with anyone that was willing to do something fun and exciting.   The adrenaline rush always made me feel a lot better about myself and about the world in general.

But one question bothered me.  "Can I become evil?"

I thought about that question and looked at my life.  I've had fun at other peoples expense and enjoyed it while doing it.  But when I stopped stealing from people I started to withdraw from them completely.  That withdrawing made me cold and with that coldness perhaps I could have become evil, in time.  I certainly hope that I wouldn't ever become evil, but the possibility is there. 

With that thought I've decided to reach out and get to know people for perhaps the first time in a, well, let's say a long time.

Jessica, this is for you.  I love you as much as I loved your ancestors and will do anything I can for you.  With this blog I'm hoping you can get to know me as well as some of them did.  I hate that I can't be near you, but I understand that your job will keep you away and I have always been one to move around. 

The next time we meet, I hope it's under better circumstances than the last.

~Elizabeth Sayer
Lost in time...