I’ll Be Home for Christmas
A dense fog had enveloped Chicago delaying and canceling flights around the country. This was my adventure in the middle of it.
Telling My Story
A dense fog had enveloped Chicago delaying and canceling flights around the country. This was my adventure in the middle of it.
Update: today I broke 500 miles and I’m only at the five-month mark! And to make it even better, I beat my best time for a 25 mile ride by over 13 minutes!
I was riding my bike to work on Fri., June 12 and got stuck waiting for a motorcade at 17th and Constitution. It turned out to be President Obama.
In that ponderous moment on the patio at Pepperdine, the voice in my head said to me, “Brett, the world is so much bigger than what you know. Go be a part of it. It’s time to make a bold change. It’s time to move.”
Here I am, halfway across the Wilson Bridge on the Virginia Observation Deck. (And I can feel it shake every time a heavy truck speeds by.)
I finally found the motivation to paint my living room and dining room.
Standing at the pay phone, I pull my Palm Pilot out of my pocket to look up my calling card number. I dialed the litany of numbers, turned around and leaned against the phone booth.
“Okay,” I sighed to the empty dining room. “At least I get to go home now.” And with that, I walked into the kitchen, thanked the cook, said good night, walked out to my car and began my drive home.