In the year since I started writing, we hopped overseas to Morocco and Spain; traveled to the deep, dark depths of the Poconos; successfully avoided death-by-bear in the Shenandoah; road-tripped our way down the East Coast to Key West; and visited NYC, the Jersey Shore, and my home stomping grounds of Lancaster County. We had more of a shoe-string budget than usual (Kinda forgot (on purpose) to tell you, but G wasn’t working full time for a chunk of the year. Whoopsies. We’ll talk about that later.), but it all shook out in the end and we’ve got a boatload of memories to show for it (plus a nasty addition to Coca Cola I picked up in Marrakech).
Iceland is on tap for us next, but beyond that we’re wide open (unless I successfully convince G that a winter jaunt to Singapore is, indeed, a good idea. If the past is any indication, I have a fair amount going for myself.), and I’m ready to kick my summer writing slump to the curb and hunker down for another year of…spilling whatever is in my brain into the Google Machine.
So thanks for reading, pretty please keep reading, do me a solid and tell your friends to read, and…oh yeah, Happy Birthday, Blog!