Playing catch up. Building the brand. Holding onto memories.
These are from a trip to the Salt Lake area for Christmas last year.
Much shredding while Mom was hospitalized for heart issues. Very scary at the time but it was needed medical attention and a year later she’s doing great.
After a year that involved moving back across the country to my old stomping ground of Missoula, Montana and starting a new job, things have quieted down a bit. Thought I would use the opportunity to update this thing, as the post about the Buddhist take on suffering is a bit blunt.
These pictures are all from last summer. After my friends the Parker’s came and visited me in Asheville and after I got rid of most of the stuff (and my precious plants) I had accumulated spending two years in a lovely house in my childhood neighborhood in north Asheville and before I packed whatever I could into a Honda Element and drove west with Mom, I visited my sister in Italy for a little over a week.
I flew into Rome and Rebecca made the epic surprise of meeting me outside the airport (I thought she was in a different town hundreds of miles away). This was my first time in Italy, but it sure as heck won’t be the last! (Unless I meet an untimely demise).
Was wonderful to see so many sights along with my sister. Many good times and here are a few.
I took a plane from Las Vegas to my hometown of Asheville, North Carolina. Was there for a few days then drove with my parents up to New Jersey to visit family. Stayed there for a bit longer than expected, but was nice to visit with extended family that I don’t see often. Then it was a Bolt Bus to Manhattan, NYC. (Thanks for the ride Uncle George!). After a lovely, but too brief visit with my sister, I took a train out to Jamaica, NY. Then another short train to the airport. Then it was time to get on a plane to Santiago, Chile.
Mom and I drove up from NJ to Maine to visit John Bisignano, a long-time friend of our family. John lives on the coast of Maine in Owl’s Head, a small town just south of Rockland. We spent a few days up there enjoying the slow pace of rural life. Thanks to John for being such a fantastic host!
I felt like getting back to NC and having a roof over my head would make everything coherent. Didn’t quite work out completely as I planned. But what does, right? It was nice to see my family and be around the softness of the Appalachian Mountains.
Spent a week with my wonderful family. Walking has long been a favorite activity of ours.
We left San Francisco and drove up Highway 1. Eventually we were in Mendocino. A ridiculously quaint town full of artists overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
