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.

Sunday, October 28, 2012


I learned from my smart and beautiful cousin, Tracy, that the best part of a hurricane is the snacks.  I also learned from her that the best way to ensure that an impending storm amounts to nothing is to be well-prepared.  So Mike and I went to the store last night and stocked up on batteries, candles, and snacks. 

Mustn't forget the snacks.

Hatches = Battened

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