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.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012


I've been finding gray hairs a lot lately.  It's very disconcerting.  But today, this one right here, very nearly broke my heart..
My longest gray yet.
All of the grays that I've found up until this one, were short little stubby ones poking out of my bangs, concentrated primarily around a mole that I have on my scalp.  But this one was mixed in with the long flowing hair on the sides.  I couldn't believe that I had never noticed it before, but there it was, sticking out and taunting me. Needless to say, I immediately yanked that sucker right out.

Au revoir, long, gray heartbreak...

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