I drove my roommate to New York for a flight that left just hours before the first snowstorm of the season. Before he walked into the terminal, I noticed a box sitting on the passenger seat. It was a Pandoro cake – an Italian cake traditionally shared with family on Christmas Day – and it…
Yesterday, I had a conversation with a friend about being able to recognize how much you’ve grown as a person through revisiting old essays/projects. We both agreed that it’s just so tempting to go back and start arguing with our past selves. As I thought about that conversation over my morning coffee, I felt inspired…
TW: Sexual Assault Dear the person who approached me in HSQ earlier this week, Before I go into the details of our encounter, and the short string of words that oozed out of your mouth, I’d like to paint a picture of how my day was going right up until that point. I was walking…
A quick memory from the first day of my motorcycle adventure through Vietnam.
Within an hour of arriving in Kunming I was sitting in the communal area of my hostel. Right when I pulled out my laptop to start planning the day “Ophelia” by The Lumineers came on the radio.
I’ve always been a sucker for long walks across the border, getting caught in the rain, and faulty car mechanics. This is my story about the Mohan-Boten border crossing.
On the first night in my new apartment, I sat on my porch with my new roommate. I ran my hands through my frizzy, distressed travel hair and I said “How the heck did I end up in China.”
Catching Z’s in a hostel can definitely be a struggle especially when there’s a man playing the flute outside of your window.
Imagine this: You’re walking through the main square of Skopje for the first time. You hear the footsteps of a dog to your left and as you look around you stumble upon your first statue.
Thinking about traveling? Is the anxiety of being alone stopping you? How do you feel about dinner with friends?