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Snapshot: Ranch Life

October, 2012 After returning home from living in Thailand and graduating with idy MBA, I was working on landing my first job in NYC while spending some time living at home in Texas with my parents. Every day I cherished what was most likely the last time I would be able to live at home without a care in the world, and took the opportunity to share conversations, dinners and adventures with them. The previous year one of my parents neighbors and good friends had purchased a 3,000 acre ranch South of Abilene in Texas and he invited us to visit during this time to spend a few days at his lodge and roam the land. We piled in our Tahoe with cowboy boots and blue jeans to drive nearly 7 hours from our home outside of Houston across the great state. Of course the drive ranged from a lot of sights – to no sights that overlooked vast empty lands on the drive, and we soaked in every variety of Texan at truck stops along the …

Capturing a New Perspective

We have all seen it, the photograph that signifies “I’m going somewhere else; be jealous.” Yes, you know what I’m  talking about: the picture taken out of an airplane window. It doesn’t vary much in terms of its typical composition – you have the window frame (the window not always being crystal clear), and there is a 70% chance a wing will be in it. It may show  clouds, occasionally a sunset, sometimes an airport. Most people tend to place this photo in the “bragging” or “trendy” bucket and post it as the obligatory “I’m leaving town” photo. Being an avid traveler, I was starting to get sick of pictures like that, but then I noticed that although I’m not generally posting this type of picture to my social media accounts, I was still taking the photo. On a recent flight I was taking snaps out the window and started to reflect on why I (and many others) take this picture. What is the greater significance of it? I came to a few conclusions. First of all …

Youthful Insights

I was recently home and scanning through old photo albums … my mom has kept everything you could think of – photos, videos, essays, notes, etc., dated and catalogued impeccably, which is truly remarkable. This particular album was from 1999. I was 12 years old. Apparently early on in my writing ventures I tried to start writing poems. My method was simple: break up paragraphs into three to four word sentences and add a rhyming word. I wrote poems about many topics, but this one stood out and, reading it now, it really has a special meaning. I grew up traveling the world. Leading up to any weekend I never knew where my family would be going but it was a guarantee we would be at the airport. I loved it, I loved it so much (that’s not to say I don’t anymore). Traveling was glamorous, the airline industry was still “young”, and the ability to travel was more widespread across economic levels, giving many people new opportunities and igniting adventure. People would dress up to go to …