At long last, I’ve made the decision to retire this blog. The big adventure has transitioned into, well, life.
So I’ll keep posting updates over at brianlovesthis. And briansbigadventure will stand as a relatively perfect encapsulation of this  period of my life. I’m sure I’ll return to it myself plenty over the years. But onward we go.
Here’s to what’s next.

At long last, I’ve made the decision to retire this blog. The big adventure has transitioned into, well, life.

So I’ll keep posting updates over at brianlovesthis. And briansbigadventure will stand as a relatively perfect encapsulation of this  period of my life. I’m sure I’ll return to it myself plenty over the years. But onward we go.

Here’s to what’s next.

Easily my favorite picture of us to emerge from Vegas.

Easily my favorite picture of us to emerge from Vegas.

I spent the afternoon yesterday at Dolores Park with a few friends - gorgeous day, great decision, etc. As we left I passed this guy and couldn’t resist.

Five minutes and $10 later I had a poem on the subject “Home”:

The echoes of children now passing into shadows

Ancient to my memory fresh to all my thoughts

As mud sits in view of all that you were mad about

But somewhere beneath your growl

I’m sure there was a smile

In times when you’re alone

And in imagining this, I feel home.

This weekend was a weird one. A year ago Saturday, I woke up in Spain to the news that my absolutely-incredible cousin had tragically died. A ago tomorrow, I returned to the States in a rougher landing than I anticipated.

And what I keep coming back to is this: life is too short. I want to make sure I spend it with people who love me, and I want to love the people I’m with. Love is what made Elissa who she was. There’s nothing else.

PS, here’s the poet’s website. You can order a poem online!

 

Formerly my adventures in Europe. Now my adventures in San Francisco. With only the vaguest details of my inner turmoil and/or joy.