I met mom and dad in Paris with less than 12 hours between planes, and we managed to squeeze in breakfast at our favorite patisserie. What is nice about Paris is that things don’t tend to change quite as fast as in other places. In a city whose identity is its recognizability, where you walk… Continue reading patisserie
I’ve been tired of my ubiquitous luggage for a while, and finally did something I had always wanted to do: custom paint my travel gear. It was a good conversation starter and I didn’t have to search for them on the carousel, they sort of shouted out their presence. I figured crossing a whimsical wish… Continue reading luggage whimsy
After six years in Los Angeles, and three years of unemployment, minimum wage employment and temporary employment sprinkled with a regular dose of travel to Congo to visit my family, I decided to fly home in September 2012 with a different goal in mind: explore whether I could relocate and come home, finally. Since I grew up… Continue reading flying home
I spent a day driving the Colonial Parkway today.
I had a car, hours in front of me, and a deep-seated desire to experience the Fall colors and crisp air, and the other-worldliness of the Parkway, all 23 miles of its winding curves with no stop lights or stop signs.
On my way to Congo, I had a lovely layover in Paris. Twenty-four hours is all I needed to reconnect to my old home, even though I was so exhausted and jet-lagged I could easily have slept most of that time.
Los Angeles county is 4,752 square miles. If you live and work there, it can become a thick molasses you can’t get away from, no matter how fast and far you drive. So a jaunt to Oregon to visit my grandparents was a welcome and needed escape.
I left California on December 20th, after, in the same month, visiting the East Coast, (Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, Washington DC and North Carolina), rushing to my grandmother’s beside in Oregon for a week, giving up my Pasadena apartment and putting all my belongings and three years of my life in a storage unit. Run-on sentences are a… Continue reading Crossing worlds