We just returned from a trip to Kansas. A plan initially booked to bid farewell to my ailing grandmother, we unexpectedly found ourselves in the middle of a full-fledged love fest.
We put in our time at the nursing home. We spent hours entertaining my nephews with song, dance and wild rides in the Kubota. We shared stories with brothers, mothers, aunts and uncles. And the whole time one simple phrase kept going through my head: don’t forget your roots.
I’m proud of these who’ve influenced the person I am today and slightly embarrassed that I don’t go home more often. It’s now more obvious that ever why I’m so drawn to these people. Good parents—and the family that surrounds them—provide a support system unlike any other. It’s safe. It’s secure. It’s a network of kindness, built-in backup plans and places to crash.
I’ve thanked my family before. I’ve tried to keep up with phone calls, Christmas cards and birthday gifts. But this last visit was absolute proof that spending time with them is still the best way to indulge in their generosity and knowledge.
Life on the west coast is everything I could’ve ever hoped for, but my heart will always be in Kansas. At least as long as my family lives there.
Still battling jet lag following a 10-day Asian adventure, I find myself reflecting on food, what it means to be an American and the art of communication—specifically advertising and signage.
Living in a time in the US where sponsored messages are dominated by attempts to project realness, Japan offered a world of cute cartoon characters (kawaii) posing as brand icons and spokespeople. Here’s a quick overview of what I saw…
2014 was a year of good people and major shifts. We moved halfway across the country. Bought a car, sold a car and totaled the car we bought. For better or worse, Cristi learned how to use PowerPoint. And perhaps the craziest of all, I went back to riding a bike with gears.
Today, as we ease into 2015, San Francisco is fulfilling our expectations. It’s beautiful and filthy at the same time. It’s a city that often feels like a small town. West Coast people don’t have the soul of Midwesterners, but they certainly know good food and drink.
A couple of paragraphs of reflection and now it’s time to look back on the year in photos. Here are a few of my favorite moments from the year we left behind. May 2015 be filled with adventure and plenty of iPhone snapshots.