Pack up your belongings and just leave it all behind.

It feels like everything just happens so fast. I feel a victim of time. Not enough time to do all the things I really need to do. And so an eternal feeling of being behind has become something else this late in life. And I don’t like it as much as I disliked what it was before.

I suppose we make about as much sense of our lives as the earth makes sense of itself crashing through space.

It is really a rather beautiful thing to align with people based on principle vs location. #nomad

The truth is: you have no idea where this trail leads.

Chicago deep dish is crazy. There’s an entire pizza of cheese inside my pizza.

One way or another, every song has an ending.

There is joy in rebirth.

The art of disappearing. There is sorrow in your sacrifice.

Spent $0 on rent again yesterday. And the day before. And the day before….

Things look easy when you know how to do them.

Always irks me a little when the close door button on an elevator doesn’t seem to work.

When you disappear from the entrapment that our lives can become, you give yourself space to really find yourself. - 13 months of full-time travel The art of disappearing.

Looking at a phone that won’t load is like trying to read a book without words.

Absolutely no one: Me: Zoom finally sorted out stereo audio.

By the time I’m dead and gone, I’ll have lived a very full and diverse life.

Having kids at 40 kinda feels like starting life over. It’s like a good interesting.

Disneyland is really, really fun.

Kinda funny to wake up one day and realize I just scroll on Instagram looking for recipes now.

Was at beautiful Lake Tahoe for a couple days. Had a cabin on the water for two nights. Right by the beach. Actually we stayed in the van and spent zero dollars on a place to stay.