It's a Saturday and I'm sitting at Philz Coffee in downtown San Francisco. I've been wanting to start this blog for at least 4 months now. Just a journal of the traveling that I'm currently doing. The ups, the downs, the byways, and the roads.

People are pouring in and out of the door way, as I sit with my back to the entrance, listening to The Tallest Man On Earth. Lianna said that I should visit this place because she could see herself opening up a similar coffee shop. I agree that the drinks are good, but it's tiny in here and I'm just another paying customer.

As I drove through the city I turned on Jazz music. It just felt appropriate. The busy streets filled with people concerned about nothing outside of them selves, selfishly pushing their way through passers by, to get to where they needed to be on this gorgeous day in June. Maybe it's because I tend to observe everything, and I'm not from San Fransisco, that the discontent comes out in my writing. Or maybe it's my attempt to observe, and write. What ever the case may be, a simple excuse me doesn't seem to be too off-putting.

The traveling can get to you after a while.

What do you do with the hours spent in hotels? How do you get used to coming home for two days and leaving again? What impact can you have on someones life by sitting down with them for a quick bite or a cup of coffee? Is my not being home affecting others lives?

I miss my friends. Especially having coffee with people like Josh Cass, Clint, Keishaun, Seth, and Coral.

But I have to accept it. I know that this is only for a season in my life. Once I'm able to, I'll come back home, move up in the company, and be settled in an office, as I send out other people into the field. I'll know the places they're going to, the emotions they'll carry, and the way to coach them through certain situations.