I booked myself a 20 hour layover in Istanbul.
Why?
Why not.
I’ve been feeling lonely, and I was overdue for a good ol’ solo adventure.
Read More
How we pack for a trip says a lot about who we are as people.
Early or last minute? Roll or fold? Excitement or stress?
Listing these A/B scenarios, I realize that I am all of the above. Typical. Per usual, I have difficulty taking a side. Putting myself into a box.
I am large. I contain multitudes.
Thank God for packing cubes.
Read More
Sunday. Memorial Day Weekend.
If ever there were a calendar day to consciously commit to doing nothing, I’d argue this is the one. Nothing at the beach. The park. Home in bed. Player’s choice.
I hereby decree this day: Rot Sunday.
In a total 180 from last week, this is an ode to anti-productivity. To nothingness.
Read More
So, I started a new job last week — good!
Due to said job, I failed to find time in my schedule to write — not so good.
Once again being required to clock and commit to a certain number of working hours that had previously been dedicated to my own never-ending to-do list, I wonder…
How the hell does anyone work a 9–5 and still do anything for themselves?
Read More
The more homecomings I have, the happier I am to be back.
One might assume the opposite of a perpetual traveler. But if you speak to people like myself, you’ll find that for most, a sense of home is not something to be avoided, but something to be sought.
Still, nothing can replace the original.
New York — let’s boogie.
Read More
Yesterday, I was craving pizza.
Fortunately, I happened to be in San Diego’s Little Italy, so I headed straight to the nearest slice shop. It was well-reviewed, and the pies looked promising. I ordered two specialty slices: one pepperoni hot honey, one white pesto. My total?
Twelve dollars.
And it wasn’t even good.
How does anyone afford to live?
Read More
TODAY…
I return to the world of social media from a one week detox.
I thought I’d have something insightful to share, but I do not. I’m just reminded of how much more enjoyable life is when you’re fully in it.
When was the last time you lived solely for yourself?
Read More
Hostels have become such a regular part of my life that I feel no need to discuss them. So it comes as a bit of a shock when I realize that people still have negative perceptions about hostel culture.
Then I remember that sleeping in a room with strangers is not exactly normal for most adults, and I am reminded why people question the allure.
Bunk beds are for summer camp, you might say.
Fine. Let me try to change your mind.
Read More