It is a bright and frosty morning. After a leisurely stroll in chilly Marin air, I am sitting by a fireplace. A big pancake breakfast rumbling around in my tummy and a cup of tea warming my fingers, I write from my parking spot on the couch.
Today is Thanksgiving and my mother's birthday. It is a blessing to be spending time with my family today. Five or so years ago I was living in Canada. Since Canadians celebrate their Thanksgiving in October, getting four days off to visit Cali in November took some effort.
But let's not move into the past just yet. There will be plenty of time for that later.
My love affair with adventure started a long time ago but recently I have started committing portions of this history to paper. I have been encouraged by several members of my community to share these thoughts and stories via the interwebs. Thus the birth of these pages.
Swapping stories at a dinner party and around campfires is more my style. This writing thing is completely foreign. I'm an engineer. We don't know how to communicate, right? Bear with me as I grow into this new way of sharing the memories I love.
Like the frost this morning, melting away in the sun, so too will my fingers thaw as I begin to explore parts of my life lived but not yet written.
Today is Thanksgiving and my mother's birthday. It is a blessing to be spending time with my family today. Five or so years ago I was living in Canada. Since Canadians celebrate their Thanksgiving in October, getting four days off to visit Cali in November took some effort.
But let's not move into the past just yet. There will be plenty of time for that later.
My love affair with adventure started a long time ago but recently I have started committing portions of this history to paper. I have been encouraged by several members of my community to share these thoughts and stories via the interwebs. Thus the birth of these pages.
Swapping stories at a dinner party and around campfires is more my style. This writing thing is completely foreign. I'm an engineer. We don't know how to communicate, right? Bear with me as I grow into this new way of sharing the memories I love.
Like the frost this morning, melting away in the sun, so too will my fingers thaw as I begin to explore parts of my life lived but not yet written.
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