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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


We all hunkered down and prepared for the worst, but luckily we, and all of our family and friends, emerged mostly unaffected by Hurricane Sandy.  Even though we barely got touched here in western PA, Mike still got called up for the Guard to work on some communications stuff in NY following the storm.  So, while it’s great news that we didn’t feel the effects of Sandy here, it means I’m left all by myself with cabinets full of hurricane snacks.  (It’s not o.k. to sit in front of the TV with a bag of pretzels and a jar of Jiff – it’s just not.)

This is what our living room looks like whenever Mike gets ready to go somewhere with the Guard - a sea of camo.

Also, it’s Halloween – and that means candy.  Since we don’t have kids and we’re of the “turn-out-the-lights-and-hide-in-the-basement-during-the-designated-trick-or-treat-hour” ilk, we don’t have to worry about candy at home. But my “we-have-a-metric-shit-ton-of-candy-and-my-children-will-bring-even-more-home-so-please-dear-god-don’t-let-me-eat-ALL-the-candy”coworkers bring in their excess treats and plant them around the office so that they are simply unavoidable.  (They jump right into my hands, unwraps themselves, and hop into my mouth…  Unavoidable, I tell ya.)

Oh, the nutritional perils of hurricanes and Halloween!

This is actually my friend Megan's treat-holder.  She's a "hide-in-the-basement" type too - but this was just so stinkin' cute, she had to put it out and I agree!

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