I recently posted that I didn’t fly anywhere domestically or internationally for an entire year.

Unfortunately this record will not stand for much longer.

Sadly, my mother, who lives in Japan, broke her leg and will stay in the hospital and then in the rehab center for about two months. Since time doesn’t pass in a hospital, especially for older people, I will try to keep her company for a few weeks.

But I had another amazing accomplishment to be proud of in 2012:

The farthest I drove in 2012 was 64 miles!

And just one time!

And for a good cause: To share a drink with a good friend who was staying at a mutual friend’s apartment.

Actually, I don’t even know if this counts since I drove a few miles from my then office and the next day we all came to my place to spend a few days.

The farthest I’d driven up to that point was 45 miles to visit an art exhibit in a coastal town. Oops, this may not count as well, since I rode in a friend’s car.

Okay, the farthest I drove in 2012 was, therefore, 35 miles, when I was commuting to work.

Am I getting old? No, I just realized how much there is to explore within a few miles radius and how much quality time is important, especially when your companion is a lazy couch, a good book, an entertaining movie, a husband who listens to your complaints, friends who laugh with you, a blue ocean, a bluer sky and, why not, a cup of coffee and a glass of booze!

My World is Indeed a Small Place!