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 14, 2012


My friend Janet and I sure are well intentioned.

The reservoir at dusk.
We were on our way to play tennis this evening when we decided to stop at the brand new super-Target in East Liberty for a few extra tennis balls.

We got a little distracted...

About an hour and a half later and 60 dollars poorer, we headed to the tennis courts.  By the time we got there, they were all full, each with a long queue.

Since skipping exercise entirely didn't seem to deserve the cute new outfits we had just purchased, we decided to go to the reservoir for a walk.

Next week we'll focus more on tennis and less on cute outfits.

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