It’s a sunny and warm Sunday morning. It’s mid December but we are in California. I wake up tired as the evening before I worked till 10 pm. The house was all asleep when I got home from work Saturday night. MORE +
I vividly remember certain conversations with a handful of customers. I remember the exact spot where we were sitting, and what we were working on. MORE +
Talking about yourself comes naturally here in California. People open up to me at work, and I feel at ease talking about myself to practically strangers. MORE +
Whose house do you feel most welcomed in? MORE +
Driving up to San Francisco in Dad’s Volkswagen. Road trips are so familiar to us, but this particular drive brings back memories and makes us feel so grateful for the little girl we have, dozing off in the back. She is content, watching the tall exotic greenery alongside the windy and very wide highway. The music is on and it feel a little bit like heaven.
Do we take our kids on big trips? Will they remember them? Is the hassle worth the outcome? In my heart I respond to all three: Yes! MORE +
Work. Work nights and weekends during a trip of a lifetime, the first visit back home (my adult life home) with our new daughter.
Keeping up with each other’s social media really blurred the line of time and space separating us.
Jackie cries when I go to Work. And I feel like I enter into an alternate reality when going to work. MORE +
In half an hour I go to work… MORE +