The house is empty. The laughter and joy and blessings still echo from room to room. We leave our paradise amidst the mist that settles in the eucalyptus trees. Ali Sun takes my car. I settle at my Bryant St. office, tie up online details, send emails, make a call, have a chat. My dad calls – my grandma …
One Week To (Radical) Departure
We are overwhelmed. Over-tired. Over-excited. 160-odd hours until we are dumped at the terminal, herded through security and ushered down the corridor that smells of stale air and jet fuel. I figure the degree of complexity in traveling and working around the world falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. More complicated than filling up a truck and moving …