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My name is Gigi, and I now live in Upstate NY. As a Southern California (SoCal) native I knew no other place than Ca. One day my best friend and her hubby announced they were moving back to NY and asked if would I like to come and start a new life. It seemed to come at the perfect time since I was leaving a long relationship. So I packed my bags and the dog and moved to the East Coast sight unseen. The day after we arrived in NY I celebrated my 41st birthday and began my new adventure!

So here I am in Upstate New York or what they call Western New York, hoping to find new and interesting adventures to photograph and write about. And what better time than now that I have come to an age and a place in my life where I can appreciate every bit of it. Who says turning forty has to be a bad thing! There is such a bad stigma to turning forty or older. It's what you make of it. Life doesn't have to stop because of a number! Ridiculous, I say, it only gets better. Join me while I explore and experience my new home state and all it has to offer. Learning to navigate new towns and the countryside, trying new foods and learning a whole new culture.

This blog is is a journal of my life experiences, trips, places and every part of life's journey in-between. As an amateur photographer, I like to post my pictures here. It's kinda of a photo journal of my life and its events

...And so, the adventure began...




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