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.

Saturday, October 13, 2012


I had to spend part of the week in DC for work.  Mike came with me since he already had Columbus Day off.  It was kinda cool.  We got to stay right downtown since the event that I was working was at the National Press Club.  This meant walking distance to all of the museums, monuments, and National Mall.

Whenever Mike and I visit DC, we always talk about whether or not we would like to relocate to the area.  Mike’s decision is an unflinching, “YES!”  He’s so ready to be out of Pittsburgh and he could so easily get a job there.  My decision is a more hesitant, “Maaaybe?”  And even that shaky maybe comes with a long list of qualifications – all, for the most part, centering around finances and commutes. Could we live in an adorable, yet spacious, two bedroom loft in Georgetown where I walk around the block to my job in a cute little gallery where they think I can do no wrong and pay me a ridiculous salary, give me awesome benefits, and only make me come in when I want to, just to keep me there?  Then, YES! Otherwise, I’m not so sure I can handle the crowded, hectic pace or compete with the social/career ladder-climbing set.

But Mike seems confident that we are much more suited to DC than to Pittsburgh and he thinks we would be happy there.  I’m so desperate for a change of some sort, for an adventure, I might just be ready to concede.


1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry. I'm afraid you're not allowed to move to DC. Did I not tell you that before? Well, I have now, so you can just stop talking about it.