Notes On Delayed Lunches And Life’s March

12 hours seemed a long drive. He was next to me. I played on his iPhone. We chatted for hours about nothing. Listened to Juanes over and over again. Stretched our legs. Stopped for burgers. Drank coffee from a tin canister. Ate red grapes. Slept. Danced in our seats. Bought semi-fresh pastries from a gas station. Checked out familiar scenery. Acted like it was new scenery. Sat in silence a few times.

Notes On Pending Tasks And Face-Lifts

I just looked at my to-do list in Microsoft OneNote*, and it’s ridiculous. Ridiculous because I’m already putting so much strain on myself over things which, in the grand scheme of life, can actually be spaced out without feeling the need to accomplish them all in one sitting.

Thoughts On Investing In Travel

I rarely talk about my husband here. After all, he is a fiercely private man. One of the many qualities I admire about him. A doer. Not an unnecessary talker. A talker only to learn more about you, balancing this by listening to you share your stories.