Before moving to Iowa two years ago, I couldn’t remember the last time I was on a plane. In that very short time, I’ve done more air travel (and land travel, for that matter) than I have in the last decade combined. It occurred to me when I mentioned to my sister the other day that all I needed to do to get on a plane was move away from home. It seems like the last two summers have been jam packed with travel and it’s usually around July or August. I make my 2ndAnnual Summer Pilgrimage home in about two weeks and I’ve already begun making requests for my mom’s home cooking.
I can’t wait to see this little face:
I just got back from a whirlwind trip to San Francisco for work. I got to spend some time with my amazingly awesome friend Jen (who I haven’t seen in something like 10 years!!) and she gave me a great tour of her city. San Francisco is one of the places that I’ve dreamed of visiting since I started taking this foodie thing seriously. They have it all: breweries, ethnic food, wineries, TARTINE and pretty much everything else a gastronomique could want. I may have made up that word just now.
Here are a few shots from my short (but sweet) trip.
First stop: Tartine
Shotwell’s for some local Drake’s Chili Smoked Porter. This beer is amazing. A-mazing.
The Ferry Building. This is where they keep all the fancy food in San Francisco. Also, I want to live in it.
Cellarmaker. The new brewery my cool friend Jen took me to.
Oh, hai Alcatraz.
Ohio. I’ll be seeing you soon.
I found this on the interwebs today. And let me just say: “Preach.”
The quote is what took my breath away. “Success isn’t how far you got, but the distance you traveled from where you started.” — Steven Prefontaine
Right now, as you know, I’m a pretty far distance from where I started. That’s speaking both physically and metaphorically. Like the article talks about, I think I’ve spent a lot of time being focused on a particular destination. The odd thing is that I’ve found my life being swept up in the lovely in-betweens to the destinations—more as an adult than ever before.
People told me that when I turn 30, all the questioning of my 20’s would go away. I can tell you guys, that much is true. However, in place of it, I find myself questioning the bigger things like marriage and babies and homeownership. I believe it takes special people to get married, stay married and then put that union through the trials of homeownership and children. I have nothing but respect for the people that make those choices every day.
I feel so conflicted sometimes because part of me keeps thinking I should be more concerned with the destinations; my pesky adventurous spirit has always kept me from acting on those feelings. I’m saving those joys for a time that’s precious to me. Some destinations are meant to be savored and fully realized. I have to keep it top of mind that my journey isn’t meant to be like anyone else’s—it’s only meant to be mine.