Not Quite Thirty

Nothing says 'Not Quite Thirty' like birthday baklava

Apple Hookah, Jasmine Hookah, Peach Hookah, Coffee Hookah, A whole lotta' Hookah

'Twas a memorable way to begin my last year in the decade known as my 20's. Fourteen friends, Mediterranean food, and clouds of lightly scented smoke. There was laughter, story telling, and a whole lot of chill. Starehe Sana indeed.

As far as decades go, it has been a good one. I started it off some 1200 miles to the west . . . wrapping up a J-Term at Mama Hamline. Likely there were Vulcans and a Torchlight Parade nearby. It has been a decade of wandering and roaming . . . from Saint Paul to Bali to Apple Valley. Criss-crossing the country on service trips, I've put on more miles behind the wheel of a 15 passenger van than I could count. Then there was France, El Salvador, Kenya, and Tanzania x4. Refusing to settle I now sit on the Eastern Sea Board with family in Wisconsin,  and license plates from Minnesota.  

While a year and a half remain here, I'm getting itchy . . . twitchy . . . ready to go. I'm ready to move on from this liminal zone. 

Where to? Why for? Who knows?

We'll see what these next twelve months hold.