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, June 21, 2012


It seems Thursday night tennis is just not meant to happen.  Last week, Target and their cute summer dresses got in the way. This week, I was prepared.  I knew it was supposed to be humid and in the upper 90s, so I reserved an indoor court, that wasn't as close to Target.
Ready to play and certain that nothing would stand in my way this week, I joined my friend Megan at the courts and we were met with this:

Apparently, the courts lost electricity and the temps inside had crept up to 114 degrees, effectively rendering it more of a torture chamber than a tennis court.  They weren’t letting anyone in.
Next week, girls… 

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