I was seventeen years old, alone, and and very anxious as I stood in line at JFK airport, gripping my passport and plane ticket that would eventually take me to
Though I have I’ve been lucky enough to travel more often than most 20 year olds, I realize that there are many things in this world that I’ve left to
Ah, my home. My heart. My city. Richmond, Virginia.
When I first heard that my mother and grandmother wanted to go to Leavenworth, WA, a city supposedly styled as an old Bavarian town, I lost one of my remaining nine
Travel has been a huge part of who I am for as long as I can remember (which is until about 15 years ago, lol). But only recently, in the midst of
Eventually, after one too many travel stories from friends, one too many episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s TV shows, one too many Cancun vacation Facebook posts, and one too many times crying
Ah, safety when traveling. The most riveting and exciting of topics.
So here it is, the beginning. I want this blog to be personal, a place where I can write my thoughts and record the mostly-boring-but-sometimes-life-altering things that happen to me.