Now you may be asking yourself, “Why am I on this page”? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you, but I hope it’s because you’re ready to get deep; deep in the spirit of home.

I recently had the privilege of visiting my home. I do so often actually, 2-3 times a year. As a way to reconnect with friends and family and let lose for a bit. Which is why I am starting this project. I will be documenting my trips home. My first entry, which will be posted shortly, will include, my recent HARD SUMMER trip which comes equipped with a ton of photos two amazing podcasts with two of my best friends Josh “JJ” Custer, and Andrew Ramirez.

But first, allow me to tell you a little about my home:
Home is different for everyone. For some, home is where they spent their formative years, surrounded by family and loved ones. for others it’s where they started a family of their own. For those who may travel frequently, they may see home as something more sentimental. It may not be where they reside at night, but maybe a familiar destination where they created memories with friends while learning how to be a better human being, to a certain degree. For all, it is a place that has helped shape who we are and who we will eventually become; maybe even more importantly, who we are.

My rendition of home is in the Coachella valley. Best known for it’s golf, a festival that bears it’s name, and being some sort of a mini Hollywood. The Coachella Valley is a nice sandy pit smack dab in the Southern California desert. Located in a nice little love triangle 2 hours east-ish of LA and 2 Hours north-ish of San Diego. During the good months, November through April, it has a thriving population of residents and visitors, many of which are referred to as “Snow Birds”. These delightful birds of prey bring money and galore to the sand box, this mixed with a high peak in tourism, massive amounts of gambling, alcohol, weed and for the most part tolerable whether, you have one of the most uniquely beautiful settings in the entire United States.

The months that don’t play along so nice, May through September pound the poor desert with a relentless barrage of heat, which causes the flocks to migrate. The population dies down and so does business to an extent, leaving many business’ to shut their doors temporarily so they can “open back up when the season hits”. It is life in the desert, during an almost unbearable time, a monotonous cycle year in and year out, but you get used to it, you learn to welcome it being a desert native, a desert rat, as we so reluctantly like to call ourselves. The desert is almost so inviting and welcoming, that it’s easy to stay there because the people are nice, it is in arguably the best state in the U.S. and is literally 2 hours or less from all different types of environments. From the scenic snow covered mountain ranges of Big Bear to beautiful beaches. We’re spoiled in out desert wonderland which is one of the many reasons why it’s so hard to leave.

Which is why I have chosen to write about it. See, home for me now is 1800 miles away in good ol’ Austin, Texas. Home of the longhorns, music, whatever weird is, and of course, Willie Nelson. Life in and around Austin is booming, and when the booming becomes too much, sometimes separation is needed.

The following entries will be about my trips back home. How the trips help me grow. How they challenge me, How they impact me and my loved ones and the world we live in. I hope that these experiences I am able to share, can help people conceptualize their own life a little better. I hope to help people find value in their own lives, just as I have found value in mine.