Hello, my wonderful people! This was it. The final jumpsuit for the final day cross country: Phoenix to my dad’s in Southern California. First off, I now know for certain that I have a startling amount of jumpsuits. I ended the trip as I began: With one of the first I ever bought. The one that started the, er, obsession after I’d seen my friend Elizabeth (aforementioned friend of style and art) wearing it and I then went out and bought it in every color. Soooo, anyway. We’ve landed in California.

And now I feel so lucky to be able to sit with my dad and Dennis sipping wine and watching the news. We have a week ahead of us setting up our new apartment and I’ll be for sure writing about that, but in the meantime, a very dear friend sent me these lines this morning that she heard over the weekend: “Life is sometimes about crossing a threshold into a sacred space.” I love this message! How we take time to acknowledge a sacred space. Then enter into it. However that happens. Small moments. Big moments. Moments that only we know about in our heart of hearts (or souls). Every day is a piece of bravery and an opportunity for eyes wide open. Boy do I have a lot more to think on regarding that. In the meantime: Tomorrow I’m putting together a greatest hits of the road! Tonight, dinner with my two favorite guys!

(sigh.)