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Five Hundred and Thirty-Seven Days Later thumbnail

No matter what happens, I’ll still be me. That’s the mantra I calmed myself with in the days leading up to November 8, 2016. Overall, for me, it was a time filled with joy and excitement and pride. But occasionally, dark thoughts crept in. And when they did, it centered me to focus inward in those…

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Since I started my little “Total Travel Disasters” series, I’ve highlighted travel meltdowns in which I was, more or less, an unwitting victim. Getting screwed with a broken camper rental. Being targeted by a bed and breakfast tyrant. Finding ourselves on the wrong side of a battle with a rental car in Britain. This post is…

Banyan Forever: A Goodbye Letter to An Old Friend thumbnail

I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it’s not some place you can look for. Because it’s not where you go. It’s how you feel for a moment in your life when you’re a part of something. And if you find that moment… it lasts forever. — The Beach In retrospect, it’s…

Follow Your Stupid Travel Dreams: My Trip to Seven Magic Mountains thumbnail

I write to you today from Boracay, where I’ve traveled to a different country to spend the week dressing up like a mermaid, to tell you about a time I flew to the desert to see some painted rocks. Seven Magic Mountains has been on my radar since it first went up in the Ivanpah Valley…

Total Travel Disasters: Outdoorsy Road Trip Rental Edition thumbnail

Everyone loves looking at beautiful travel photos and hearing about absolute dream trips. But I’ve learned, in my six years of travel blogging, that there’s something most people love even more: hearing about someone else’s absolute, total, complete travel disaster. Perhaps it’s the dark humor, perhaps it’s knowing we aren’t alone in our own personal misadventures…

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Recently, I had the pleasure of spending six nights kicking it in Jacksonville, Florida with my dear friend Angie. And I do mean kicking it. I must admit that for a second time (I also visited for a few days in 2015 in which we literally barely left Angie’s apartment — in our defense, it snowed)…

How One Professional Flyer Manages Flight Anxiety thumbnail

It’s hard to believe these days, but once upon a time, I was a fearless flyer. I’d giddily look forward to being in flight as my “me time” when I could disconnect from the world and relax. My more anxiety-prone friends would vie to sit next to me since I’d just laugh and reassure them when…

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