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, July 12, 2012


Mike and I generally wait until the Fall to take our vacation.  We find that it's cheaper, cooler, less crowded, and fewer children travel in the fall.  Plus, work is super easy in the summertime when everyone else is off, so it's really the best possible time to be working.  (Keep that tidbit under your hat, coworkers).

It wasn't the beach, but it worked in a pinch.
I really like our vacation schedule and don't want to change it, but that doesn't stop me from getting a bit wistful during the summer.  My Facebook feed is a steady stream of the beach and vacation photos of friends and family and I find myself longing for work-free days and the sun on my (heavily spf'd) skin.

So today at lunch, I took an hour, instead of my usual half-hour, grabbed a blanket, my Kindle, some water and my sunscreen and headed to the park.  I found a sunny spot and parked it. 

Then I took a photo for my Facebook feed.

Then I took a nap.

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