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Learn Things

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Mat and I don’t watch a lot of shows – we don’t even have a television. Of the few we try to catch, one that often brings a smile is NCIS New Orleans®. Scott Bakula’s lead character sends his agents out into the city to, as he says,  ‘learn things’. We seem to have adapted this idea to our life, and no matter the situation, that has become a goal. Perhaps all of our travel together has had that as a backstory, but it is quite apparent these days in life in San Diego. It’s been a year and a half in a new city, with new career goals, new people, and new adventures and ‘learn things’ has become a constant. Read the rest of this entry

If those yearbooks could talk…

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Remember them? Remember the agony of choosing the appropriate quote to go under your senior photo in that high school yearbook? I recall hours of searching movie lines, lyrics and quotes to find one that I thought worked best. And then there was that question that would accompany your photo…’where do you see yourself in ten years’? Seriously? How on earth could I know that answer at seventeen years old and would there be any possibility it would be true in a decade? I certainly couldn’t foresee a teaching career and full on career change, a love of travel, life on two coasts, freelancing or a spouse from the other side of the world. Read the rest of this entry

One year later

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Taking in the view at Dana Point Headlands Trail on Thanksgiving

It’s been officially a year since we launched into what was originally to be about a one month road trip and then a short stint in a winter-free zone. Ummm….we’re still here! Read the rest of this entry

The winds (or mushrooms) of change!

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“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading” – Lao Tzu

My dad took up running in his thirties. He marathoned with the best of them. Then he became a triathelete and ‘thriatheleted’ with the best of them. Today, this seventy year old pancreatic cancer survivor is a cyclist and golf enthusiast. Growth is awesome…change is good.

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“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new” – Socrates Read the rest of this entry

Pickles, growth and friendship

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Can you grow where you are? It’s a question about which I’ve been thinking a lot. Can growth happen if you stay where you are, or are changes in geography necessary? I imagine the answer is different for everyone depending on more variables than I can count. I guess, the first part is about wanting the growth, right?

“Life is change. Growth is optional. Choose wisely.” – Unknown

Yoga in the Maldives - the gift of travel

A pose I didn’t think I could recapture since my gymnastics days (in the Maldives)

With time on the sand, on the hiking trail and across the over 5,000 miles we trekked from coast to coast, there has been a lot of time to chat, think and of course, wonder. I think wondering is on my list of favourite things to do. I often wonder what a typical Tuesday looks like in other people’s homes. I wonder about how much money we ‘really’ need to live. I wonder about those who change direction and location in various stages of life and how it affects their relationships with friends and family. I wonder if everyone wonders and if growth is as much a topic of conversation in others’ homes as it is in ours. Do you wonder? Read the rest of this entry

Welcome to San Diego

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Welcome to San Diego!

It’s done. Our three and a half week cross-country road trip has landed us in San Diego, California. This journey was more than accommodations, food, photos and ticks on a map. This trip, that I’ve always wanted to do, proved even more meaningful than I had first thought. Yes, we traveled through twenty-two states, visited many gorgeous national parks, sang with country music stars at the Grand Ole Opry and celebrated Christmas with thousands in Las Vegas, but still, it was much more. Read the rest of this entry

Sleep-Away Camp’s Greatest Gift

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It’s the makings of countless best selling fiction novels; four friends from childhood who maintain their relationships through adulthood.  Without sounding contrite, my story is real. No fictional characters, no made up locations-just four girls who met before their teens and journeyed through life with the help of summer camp memories and experiences.  Last night those same four friends gathered together to share an evening. Four thirty-eight year old women who have been friends for more than half of our lives went to one of our childhood homes and were reminded once again of the meaning of friendship.

It was at Dorothy P. Flint 4H Camp on the Long Island Sound in Riverhead, NY that we all first met. An only child from West Hempstead, a Massapequa girl whose sister had introduced her to camp, a Jewish girl from Plainview trying out sleep-away for the first time and the daughter of the camp manager (from Hicksville) who after being born at the hospital down the road in the summer of ’74 had spent her life’s summers at camp. It was there that we learned about ourselves. It was there that we experienced so many ‘firsts’. And it was there, at camp, in countless cabins every summer that our friendship began and flourished.

For some Long Island children the last week of June meant the beginning of days at the local pool or playing games on their front lawn with the neighborhood kids. For us it was different. As school came to a close we looked forward to eight weeks together in wooden cabins with no electricity and no bathrooms in the bunks. We dreamt of bunk beds, giggle fests, council fires, friendship circles, co-eds, cabin nights, the 209 steps down to the rocky and sea-glass filled beach with the pungent smell of the sea and so many other exciting events. That last Sunday in June saw us all head in busses or cars past the end of the Long Island Expressway, through a round-a-bout and up to the entrance of camp off of Sound Avenue in Riverhead. Once inside the entrance gates, past the larger than life rocks with 4H Camp painted on them and up to the office we found counselors from around the world who greeted us with open arms and ever-present smiles. We weren’t just at camp-we were home.

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