Where Chleo's Travels Began.

It's been a long time coming for this blog to be born, I have been putting its creation off for quite some time now simply because how it begins is quite a delicate subject for me, but I hope, those of you who read this, will take my story to heart because this is the beginning of a new place in my life.
          The story begins on June 16th, 2011, this was by far the worst day of my life thus far. This was the day my beloved sister passed away. It was also the day my childhood ceased to exist. This day changed my outlook on my life entirely, my sister was an incredibe woman, she lived and breathed to simply see others smile. I plan to spend the rest of my days living the way I know she would have. My sister was 21 on the day she passed, when she was born they told my parents that she would not live much past her infancy, she proved not only the doctors and surgeons wrong but she proved to me that you can never listen to what they say, it is your decision to go on and live. Right after my sister graduated high school she decided to move to South Carolina to live with my aunts and cousins. She barely had any money and no job there, needless to say my parents, as well as myself were very upset with her. This did not stop her, over the next 4 years my sister lived in South Carolina and Mississippi with friends and family with short stops home from time to time. Then she returned home for a few months until she had worked enough to pay back my parents and then one day poof she was gone again back to Mississippi, I never would have told anyone or even let it be shown but I was heart broken when my sister left, I was afraid  I would never see her again. Then one day after she had run short on money she returned home, she returned home on June 9th, 2011. I wont ever forget the last memorys I have of my sister, the last words I said to here were" Spencer I love you with all my heart but you piss me off way to much". The last text I would ever recieve from my sister was one of the most painful things I have ever read, this I will keep to myself. I truely hope my sister knew what she ment to me in her final moments because there are no words or any physical way to express the love I have for my sister. She spent everyday of her life doing the things she wanted to do, she never let anyone get her down for more then a moment. She has been and will always be my hero. If by any chance my sister takes a break from facebook and stumbles upon my blog while she is up there I hope she reads it and knows how much I care about her.
       My sister was the inspiration for this blog, and the journey I have planned. My sister's passing encouraged me to take the step of deciding my own path. With that said I would like to begin my journey here with all of you. This past summer I fulfilled my childhood dream and purchased a 1971 VW Bus, I found the bus that would come to be known as chleo while volunteering at a music festival in Trumansburg, NY. The bus was exactly what i\I had dreamed of, rough around the edges but still had a story to be told and a story still to be written. My father and I trailered Chleo back home after purchasing it from a rather "rough" gentleman who seemed s though he had never left Woodstock. I soon realized that my dream would need a bit of maintenance before we set sail. Since I purchased Chleo in July I have slowely been fixing and replacing parts and restoring what needed restoring. It has become quite a project for my Father and I. I plan to have Chleo on the road for my first festival of the summer but that depends on how fast we can get the interior finished. The point of this blog is to not only show the progress of Chelo, but also to give me a place to record my adventures, I plan to set sail for Vermont in the fall with just Chleo by my side. Until I depart I will try to update this blog everychance I have, even if no one reads my blog it will still be my own personal record of my life. So I hope you enjoy what I have to say, if you do not, I apologize for your ignorance.