Six Word Friday: Wander

“All who wander are not lost”

this is probably my favorite quote

In my life I have never

really been deeply rooted in one

place. My mom and I were

not gypsies. We didn’t travel constantly.

But every few years, whether due

to finances or restlessness, we moved.

I think we were searching for

our tribe. Our roots were always

set in our family. We always

lived near someone we love. But

I think some places fit better

than others for our unique temperaments.

After a while, we would get

itchy feet again, and move on.

In between all that, I traveled

every summer (and most Christmases)to

my grandparent’s house to stay with

my dad and the family there.

I find it very strange that

my son has always lived here.

We’ve moved a couple times since

he was born. But really, not

very far and not at all

since he was around two years

old. We are fast approaching ten.

My feet are getting pretty itchy.

Soon I need to get lost,

or rather, I need to wander.

(highway, train tracks, river. transportation abounds)

Terribly Funny Signs

Saw a sign thursday (in LA) that said, “Venice Therapy.”

I was thinking that either meant you’ve been away too long and need to come back to Venice for your Venice Therapy or you’ve been there for too long and it has caused you to need Venice Therapy. Of course, you may just need therapy and be located in Venice, so there ya go.

On our trip we did many fun things and saw many sights. But sometimes it’s the little things….

Like… where the f*** can we park?

Or where to get a caning.

(Also in Venice. Perhaps that explains the therapy.)

Awkward Silence

Have you ever experienced that thing that can happen where you haven’t talked to someone in a while and you know you should call them but it feels awkward so you don’t right away and the longer you put it off the worse it gets?


Me neither.

At any rate, the last few weeks have been a whirlwind of traveling up and down our west coast from L.A. to Seattle and back again. I’m home for a few days sans kid, which has nearly never happened before. Next week I will jump on the planes again to go retrieve him (and spend a couple days) from my Aunt’s.

After that we will return, no doubt, to our regularly scheduled summer programming which includes laying about interrupted by swim lessons, soccer camp, and regular soccer after that. We were going to try football this year, but unfortunately they didn’t get enough sign ups to have a season this year. Oh well. It overlapped with soccer and, I think, was going to be a *fun* scheduling challenge.