Amidst heated Facebook dialogue, finding a vomit stain set in on my grandmother’s rug, and Swiffering the house as I felt less-than-guilty feline eyes lock on the device that gathers their stray fur biweekly, I suddenly felt the need to run straight out of the door, out of this town and this country, and never look back.
Read MoreWhen I started traveling a few years ago, I slowly recognized a sense of belonging, one so close I could almost taste it.
Read MoreYesterday I found an ultimate balance of important roots and exciting adventures, but today I am reminded that all balances shift, and all things must change
Read MoreToday my focus is to relax and to take in the people around me. It's so easy to get caught up giving your own actions all of the attention: Are my opinions out of place? Did I get my story out right? Is there something hanging from nose?
Read MoreThose two weeks away were such a roller coaster, so many ups and downs and new information that I'm still processing. I dread not having my shit together before jumping into a blog post, but I've said it before- stories without the rough parts are boring for you and for me.
Read MoreWhen I tell people I have a one-way ticket to my favorite place outside of CLE, I love to watch their reactions as they assume I'm packing my bags for good.
Read MoreAfter hours of research choosing my first trip abroad, I heard more than my share of misguided warnings about my leading choice: the tropical island of Jamaica.
Read MoreIt never gets easier. Every single time is just as terrifying, the same stab in my gut when I realize...I'm venturing away from my home...again! What am I doing to myself?!
Read MoreThe trip was so far out of my comfort zone, there wasn't a trace of light at the end of the anxiety tunnel as my plane took off. It was the first time I listened to my gut instead of every excuse I could think of, and finally just went for it.
Read MoreIt's so fascinating to me how much we fight being ourselves. I don't mean the parts we aren't too fond of, like being messy or lazy or having the wrong hair. I mean the real parts of us, the true energy inside that thirsts for adventure and passion, and wants desperately to have their story heard.
Read MoreI think a lot about flying solo. It is remarkable that we all begin so helplessly, but with the inevitable potential to be anything, and to get there entirely on our own.
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