I was doing a tally recently, and I realized I have traveled more this year than ever before in my life. For the purposes of record keeping, I though we'd do a little review:
- January: Boston for job training
- February: Seattle to visit LillieMae & Becca
- March: The Dalles for my birthday
- May: Port Angeles/Forks/Port Townsend/Olympia for things with David's family and writing
- July: Nashville to see Kate; Boston for the company on-site; Boston/New Haven for Jason and Jill's wedding; Maine for vacation with David
- September: Nashville to see Kate
- October: Boston for work and to see Jill; Chicago to see LillieMae and Chad
- November: Seattle to see Becca
- December: A week at the Oregon Coast with David, Becca, Steven, and Kate
What does all this running around mean? Well, for one thing, it means that I desperately owe my brother a trip home. It also means that I haven't been as present here as I'd like. It's been tough, particularly given that I've also had a new job this year and the learning curve was, and is, steep. I love what I do now, though, which is a huge gift. As afraid as I am to say it, dear reader, I'm happier than I have been in a long time.
Feminine Things. has been going for a little over five years now. I still can't believe that. I never imagined when I started this blog what a gift it would be. I've met so many lovely people, I've grown in olfactory experience, and I have enjoyed the crap out of these five years. I've been thinking a lot, though, about if I'm doing as good as job for you as I should be talking about my perfumed life. And I think, if I'm honest, the answer is no.
Thanks, as always, for reading. I appreciate every single one of you. And I hope you'll keep reading.
Until next time.
"It really was about driving--
not fame, not wealth,
not driving away from myself.
It's just myself drove away from me.
Now I gotta get it back and it goes so fast,
so I am traveling again.
Sitting at the all-nite, picking up a pen...
And I'm afraid.
Oh, was there any good reason that I had to go
when all I know is I am all alone again?
And you are the ghost town, and I am the heartland.
And I can say, oh,
that's a very good reason that I had to go,
but now all I know is I can never come back.
And I will never go back."
~ "Traveling Again," Dar Williams