When I left Oregon for Atlanta, most of my things were packed away, not to be seen until I settled somewhere (18 months later, it turned out, topic for another day). I could take whatever fit in my trusty 2013 Subaru Legacy. I was in the driver’s seat, and Zeke and his things took most of the passenger seat. Even with most of my sports equipment in storage, space was at a premium. There were a few things I truly needed, and I had space to bring a few touches of home, things that would help make wherever I was feel comfortable. One of those familiar touches was my collection of hats, which has only grown since those nomadic Atlanta days. I think about my hats often – it’s a fun choice to start each workday and many weekends – but I didn’t think to write about them until February, so I’ll start with the hat that inspired this post. Newark Eagles This is the first hat I can recall buying and not immediately wearing. I picked them because of a hometown(ish) connection, Newark be...
I'm not sure what this will be. At least for now, it's a place to help take the thoughts swirling in my brain and turn them into sentences. Putting them somewhere others can read them helps push me to process them. It doesn't sanitize them, but it helps me decenter myself and understand my thoughts better. Well, at least I think it does. We'll see!