There I was in King’s Cross, taking in a key life lesson from a jovial fortune teller.
Travel teaches me acceptance and the importance of letting go of expectations.
If life was one delicious meal…
As old-fashioned as the saying is, home is where the heart is.
I can only imagine what the rest of the new year will illuminate.
I have no memories of my first travel experience, which occurred when I was less than one years old.
Since my birthday rolls around every September, it’s long remained as a month of reflection upon past experiences in various countries.
And then I found my own way to journal.
We begin twenty-thirteen the way we began twenty-twelve: with hope.
Where are we going this year?