a real estate agent walks into a bar…

In 2002, after we’d moved back to Alaska and gotten our acts together, we started looking for a house to buy. There was one I didn’t want to look at because I thought it would be dark and dismal, but Ted really wanted to look at it, so we went to see it. It was not dark and dismal. It was, in fact, utterly lovely, and Jill, our real estate agent, said, “You guys are idiots if you don’t put an offer in on this house.” (We did, and we bought it, and it was a great house. Sometimes I miss it.)

Jill’s in Dublin for a holiday, and we met up with her and her partner today. Turns out they run a travel review site, Wave Journey, which they’ve been doing for about five and a half years and have spent half of that time traveling. I think this is insanely awesome and wish to subscribe to their newsletter. (Actually, I literally just did, but you know what I mean. :)) Perhaps I will become a contributor to their blog. That would mean I had to travel more, right? Yes! Obviously a winning scenario! (We shall for the moment overlook the financial aspect of traveling more. Why is it I haven’t won the lottery yet? I mean, aside from the fact that I hardly ever play it?) It all makes me tempted to go register the domain name I would use if I was to do a travel & photography blog myself.