I’ve never been the one doing the leaving. I’m always the one left behind. But today I’m heading to the airport to begin a two-month adventure, tootling around Europe with a backpack and my SLR. The longest I’ve been away from home is three weeks. And never alone. This is big for me. It’s really scary. But I’m going to see some beautiful things, get inspired by amazing people, and get gloriously fat with delicious Christmas gingerbread. And I hope I can share some of the things I’ve seen with you when I get back home.
There’ll be a few posts coming up while I’m gone, but other than that things will be pretty quiet around these parts. I’ll be back in January with lots of things to share.
Thanks for reading.