Chapter 1: Learning to live the life of journey rather than a life of destination.
New York. Atlanta. Reading. Easton. Krakow. Appalachia. Lambertville. Hew Hope. The Delaware Water Gap. Baltimore. Richmond. Alabama. Sanibel. Just to name a few. And more yet to be determined … Green Bay. San Francisco. The Catskills. Atlanta. As I write this, I’m cruising at 30,000 feet. Over the last five months, I’ve been in New York a grand total of three weeks. We’re stepping into a season defined less as travel, rather as nomadic. Travel indicates a point of origin, a geographically fixed concept of home, a place to return. Yet for us, home is a fluid concept. For me, home is a person. Home is Jen.
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Life is busy. Over the last three months, our schedule has been painted solid with travel. Looking forward, the calendar is no less colorful. But recently, we had a few days of downtime to do – well – to do nothing! Needless to say, we were excited at such a proposition; just a few days to get out and explore together. So, it's the first day home in what seems like an eternity. The forecast is rain, nonstop torrential downpour.
The Uschanka story started when designer Piret Puppart went on a journey to the Komi people, a small ethnic group living at the very heart of Russia near the Ural mountains. She stayed in an ancient village of reindeer hunters where women wore beautiful scarves and fabrics, often inherited from their mothers and grandmothers. Reaching the Komi villages is no easy feat. Travel first by train, then hitchhike, and finally walk. It is a journey knocking on the doors of local women, asking to view the most treasured pieces within their wardrobe. At first, the ladies are a bit taken back – tourists here are rare – but soon fabrics, embroidery, and patterns are gladly revealed. It is here Puppart finds her brilliant inspiration.
Building a sustainable endeavor in the Tenderloin, San Francisco
Tucked away on the second floor of a run down building in the heart of the Tenderloin in downtown San Francisco, Al is hard at work cutting and stitching together leather scraps. He’s been honing his craft for decades, just trying to make a living. Day by day. Wallets, bags, and even coats. Al’s been stopping by the local leather shop for years, and is always on the hunt for floor scraps. Late one afternoon, Allen from TL Made joins Al at the leather shop. This time rather than hunting for floor scraps Al is perusing full pieces of the finest leather available. As the sun is setting over the Pacific Al heads out, rolls of leather in hand. The leather shop owner pulls Allen to the side, and tells him this is the first time Al has ever purchased anything.
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Let me tell you the story of a brilliant young woman named Brendah. This year, the year of 2014, is her first year at law school. A memorable year for her. She’s bright eyed, a bit reserved, yet confident in who she is and who she will become. Her future is filled with potential. But for Brendah, her life was not always so bright. To say it was bleak is the use of an insufficient adjective. As a child Brendah was homeless, living in the streets of Mombasa, a large city on the western coast of Africa in Kenya. It was here, in extreme poverty, that her life changed forever.
I have often heard people say, but am only just now experiencing it to be true, that going back to college after having had a career is completely different than going to college directly after high school. To clarify, I’m not going back to college, I’ve simply been attending a few continuing education classes at FIT.