Summer is sacred to me. It represents freedom and adventure and culture. During this time, I am blessed with the opportunity to escape normalcy and have a grand and glorious time. These months are vital for my sanity and for the person I am. Travel has become my supreme passion. I think it might be my religion. I have learned so much about the world and myself, and I treasure those experiences. The things I have seen could come from a book, but it would be impossible to experience the sensations. The places I have been could have been visited virtually on Google Maps, but I wouldn’t hear the cars honking, smell the food cooking, or feel the rough roads beneath my feet. When I’m somewhere new, I’m my best self.
HATE: Writing Only About Positive Subjects: I am bored to tears with trying to be perky all the damn time with this weekly post. It was a little experiment that I […]
The twitter alerted me to several things I obsess about today. First off, the Golden Sisters were twerking. MANDATORY BREAK: God, I just love everything about them. Theresa is my […]
The bed in this apartment is all kinds of amazing. My bed back in Iowa is dreadful. I love nice beds. I have another one, I just have to get […]
I’ve been busy since the second I was picked up at the subway station this Wednesday, so forgive me for not writing with my usually annoying punctuality. I’ve barely scratched […]