Stayed up until four a.m. drinking tea with strangers, never felt more at home. Our meandering tea high induced conversation made me think about the next few years of my life. I want to get back to China, off the beaten path, maybe photograph a wedding on a tea farm, anyone? I want to collect some southwestern art in Arizona, which will happen in December, when my husband I roadtrip and hunt near Flagstaff. I want to photograph mountain weddings, maybe in Arizona, putting that out there. And just because I have never been to France and have always been inspired by Paris in the early 1900′s, Gisele Freund, A Moveable Feast, Romaine Brooks, I want to fulfill the cliche of drinking wine in the afternoon in a Paris cafe. I can’t forget South America. Must find a way to get to all these places before it’s too late to have children. I think I have seven years before I’m all dried up. This is my sense of humor if you don’t know me. LET ME GET ONE THING CLEAR, I don’t want to travel to f*** around and be lazy, I believe in hardwork, doing, making, contributing, whether that is in the form of art, teaching, volunteering, or living with awareness. So I am on a quest to find the appropriate ways to make these travels happen with my husband. My husband has always been so inspiring to me as he has traveled for work and pleasure. And being a teacher he always brought back narrative and photos to his students. He has been to Vietnam, Thailand, China, Nepal, Latvia, Belarus, and Cuba. Sadly, I could not travel with him due to work and school, except a two week stint in Hong Kong. So I hope this time around we can find work in other countries together. Here is to making this happen and more tea parties.