A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Thursday, May 24, 2012


"Why do all my socks disappear - where in the WORLD do they go??" 

Just last night, this was my question to Mike.  He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

Today, when I got home, he was comfy and kicked back on the bed with his feet propped up.  "He is cute-as-a-button", I was thinking to myself when I noticed this:

See the pink stripe??
I guess I now know the answer to my question from last night.

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