Most years, I wonder how the last one passed by so quickly, but when I look back on the last 365 days, it feels like a lifetime.
I travelled to San Francisco, Las Vegas, France and Toronto. I lived for a month in Provence, drove through BC, and down the west coast. I was transformed by the Napa Valley.
I dined at Chez Panisse and Zuni Café. I had tea at the Ritz and paella on a rooftop under the setting sun. I enjoyed duck hearts for the first time, and finally tried a Japadog.
I drank some great wine and even better cocktails, but the best part was always the friends who were with me.
I built my business. I closed my business. I wrote a book. I got a job.
I turned 30, learned how to smoke cigars, shoot a gun and get a tan.
I lived in my business, in hotels, on couches, and for a time, in my car. In the end, I learned that home really is where my heart is.
I cried harder and laughed louder than I ever have before.
Not a bad year, all-in-all.