After 34 days in a hot and crowded storage container hell, lifting heavy boxes and stressing out about how to divest myself of as much of it as I can, I am on my way to Upstate and hooray for that! All my life I've had a love affair with upstate New York. Born in Troy, NY and raised in Schenectady and Scotia, I spent most of my youth exploring the huge assortment of woods, creeks (pronounced 'cricks'), rivers (the Mohawk and Hudson among them), caves and lakes. At 17 I purchased my first car and went off to immerse myself in the history and mystery of the Adirondacks, the Catskills, the Hudson River Valley, and every village, town and sidestreet I could find.
I moved to San Francisco during the Summer of Love and never regretted it for a second, but I still find myself being drawn back to Upstate each year, certainly for the love of family and friends, and sometimes for work, but always for love for the place itself. Upstate does that to a person.