(Written from the safety and sanity of a Marriott… after three very colorful days on the road.) I meant to post before launch, but here we are: the Colonel, Sadie, and me, three days into Operation Get to Florida. And… Continue reading

(Written in pieces throughout the week. Posting now – Sunday, Father’s Day, after one hell of a week and a hard-fought return to center.) The bags were packed, the heavy ones at least, and the cottage slowly emptied, much like… Continue reading

Just two weeks ago, I was still exploring cities, trying to figure out where to live, touring neighborhoods, peeking at Zillow listings, convincing myself this is the right move. And now? A new address is set, the POD is on… Continue reading

And just like that, it’s a wrap. The last week has been a whirlwind of decisions, packing, and parting ways with memories. I’ve been walking in circles, literally, trying to figure out what to pack in the POD, what to… Continue reading

Sunday’s big purge turned out to be less of a clean break and more of a quiet standoff, me versus my own hesitation. The truth is, I wasn’t sure whether I should truly let it all go or tuck some… Continue reading

This week was hard. The kind of hard that seeps into your bones and lingers behind your eyes. The kind where the days blur, and you find yourself wondering: When does the hard fade? When does the breeze of ease… Continue reading

Thirty days.That’s all I have left to close the chapter on a life I’ve spent decades building, and open the door to a future that’s still a beautiful mystery. In thirty days, once escrow closes, I’ll pack up what’s left… Continue reading

Sitting here in 6F on a quick day trip to meet with a customer, I’m reflecting on the past 10 days. Sunday night, I was running on fumes and ibuprofen, staring at a to-do list that may or may not… Continue reading