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January 30, 2015 - the day my boss took me to lunch and asked if I wanted to move to Finland...aka "the day my life turned upside down."  Note: upside down isn't necessarily a bad thing...it is just entirely different.

In the ~22 months since that date: 

114 - number of flights taken

22 - countries visited (21 of those new) - Finland, Norway, Estonia, France, Singapore, Denmark, Netherlands, Germany, UK, Peru, Panama, Hungary, Indonesia, Iceland, Sweden, Portugal, Ireland, Czech Republic, Spain, Scotland, Russia, Thailand.

15 - number of times I crossed "the pond" (I went the other way once)

6 - number of trips to Amsterdam to see Caitlin (and most recent two trips to see her adorable baby, my Godson, Theo.  And Peter, let's not forget Peter - my Amsterdam running buddy.)

5 - number of trips to France and Norway, including a tour of the American D-Day beaches that for me can only be described as indescrible. 

4 - number of trips to the UK

4 - number of friends who came to visit in Finland

4 - number of times I saw someone I knew while out and about in Helsinki.  Think on that one for a while...it was 9 months before the first encounter.

4 - number of strangers Caitlin, Laura, and I invited into our Paris hotel room for the night during the ISIS attacks.  They were stranded and could not get home.  One was a Swiss guy who brought the fire extinguisher from the hallway into our room to protect us. #interestingweekend

3 - number of pairs of winter running shoes needed.  Pair 1: Saucony Kinvara with weather sheild - water resistant lightweight trainers for running in rain/colder temps, but on clear/nonfrozen pavement/paths.  Pair 2: Solomon Speedcross 3 - water-resistant trail running shoes that are insanely warm and great for running on/in snow.  Pair 3: Icebugs - water-resistant, carbide-studded trainers for use on ice.  If I coudln't run in one of those three pairs, I didn't need to be running.  Often times though, I wished for all three pairs in a single run!

2 - number of times my sister's family and my parents came to Europe

2 - number of trips to Stockholm, Singapore, Budapest

2 - trips to San Diego, including

1 - Garth Brooks concert,

1 - Lyle Lovett concert, and

1 - best friend's wedding.

0 - regrets

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