Ah, December.

And so the travels continue.

This time it is down to the Lower 48 ('aka' America) to revel in the company of relatives and long-lost friends. It is with great pleasure that my Isuzu Trooper was found in good working order after months of loneliness while I was out and about - the Trooper has become a friend of sorts, escaping with me to the Pacific Northwest areas and providing the independent means necessary to travel this corner of the world and to visit said relatives and friends. On that note, does anyone what to buy a Trooper?

This is but a short chapter in life. A two week period in the States to catch up with family, visit friends, share a cup of coffee and talk about life and where this crazy thing is headed. It's also time to prepare for the next chapter. The chapter in which I travel to New Zealand and serve as a "missionary".

The road is narrow and the path dimly lit, and yet I trod on questioning the path through the fog ahead and continuing to wonder "what if?" Why? Why do we do the things we do in a way that may not make sense? Is our thinking out of whack or is the path mistaken for another?