“Anyone can learn to fly, Its knack lies in learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” -Douglas Adams

I found a retro suitcase in the attic of my parents house, cleaned it up, and painted it a little.

I love my parents. Visiting home makes me homesick for my family.  Yet… at the same time… there’s nothing like a solid trip back to Jersey to make me homesick for the road. That has 0% to do with my family and friends… I mean, who can not constantly miss these faces??



I just really can’t justify staying still at this point, when there is so very much preposterously more to see.


With more free time than usual this past week, I’ve been thinking about a few things. Like how social media is weird and creepy, and it’s funny that I know what peoples’ babies look like. People I haven’t seen or spoken to in 3-7 years! I know what you did last weekend. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I was just thinking about how creepy and magical that can be.

Another thing being home makes me think about  – is to slow down once in a while. We’re all pretty excited about sprinting forward with our lives, meeting goals, chasing dreams and whatnot, which is awesome. We shouldn’t forget to pause once in a while to hug the people that have been there for us along the way. And maybe even notice some others who are trying to be. That sounds awfully Ferris Bueller-esque, but he was right.

One last thing. Happy 50th anniversary, Doctor Who! If only my lifestyle allowed for access to BBC America, I could watch today instead of a delayed, internet-finagled viewing. On a related note, for those of you who enjoy puppetry and stop-motion (à la old school Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer, Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town, etc.), there is a wonderful human being that’s created a fan-story Doctor Who series (all of my dreams)!

That is all.

“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.” -Stephen Benet