I’m not certain how much I travelled this year, but I’d say it might have been too much. There seems to be a strange pattern in my life with excessive spring, fall and winter travels, with summer being the only downtime I experience a year. Long before work took me overseas, I’ve always remembered travelling with my parents. My father was constantly on the road. He was always exposed to new cultures and ways of life, and he would bring his children along for the ride to learn a thing or two. No doubt that I inherited my love for travel from him.
Off the top of my head, there are some highlights that I remember quite fondly this year. Watching the beautiful Norwegian sunset at the end of summer with my friends whilst eating olives, leftover cheese and untoasted white bread on a picnic mat by the sea, visiting my first comprehensive Francis Bacon retrospective at the National Portrait Gallery, enjoying Sun & Sea – a modern travelling opera on global warming with my mom, sitting by Canal st Matin with my buddy buddy PBJ smoothie observing all these young people.. being young.., watching Yuichiro-san make endless pour overs in a foreign city towards the start of fall, playing mini-golf with friends and family at our usual spot in the dogpatch, eating chips and caviar alongside grilled avocados in the morning as part of a ‘healthy’ breakfast, hitting up the local craft fair and meeting fellow creative folks and melding into the couch with my brother as we worked through seasons of tv shows during the thanksgiving break.
There’s so much to be thankful for again this year, but beyond materialistic providence, I also wanted to remember the central reason of all that we have, being God’s grace (and mercy) above all else.
Happy Holidays to anyone who stumbles onto this journal, though I hope no one even bothers to read this part of the internet. Cheers.
Denise Taw 