I’m away for a year or more. I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams. But until then, I’m writing home to you–you who make up what home now means to me.
Here’s what you can expect in my letters by category:
Story: my life.
Spots: Postcards to you about the places I’ve been. The sights, sounds, and smells: the experience.
Thoughts: What’s been sloshing around in my mind.
Update: Snapshots of my current status for friends, family, and curious Georges.
Food: fuel for adventure, the reason to live, once on the lips always on the hips, #thefattylife… etc.
And yes, I guess in a way, they’re all just “sstuf”… hohohoho….