A week before my last day at my job, I came back from lunch to find a package on my desk. No return address. Intrigued, I picked it up, flipped it over, then ripped it open.
Last Saturday, my childhood friend, Rachael, got married.
No one has asked me this, but someone out there might want to know. How do you travel with a dog? I’ve put a lot of thought into this.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’ve just returned from the beach. My family is renting a house for a few days in Wildwood, NJ, where they all have fond memories from childhood. I just need to know where all of the local Wawas are.
It’s hot. My grey tank has become another layer of skin. I run my hand through my short, cropped hair, taking a deep breath as I push forward.
I don’t have a lot of accessories. There’s my whole minimalism thing, but also, I’m just super picky about jewelry. But I have fantasized about owning a turquoise ring.
Last week, I visited my old roommate Emily in Baltimore. Emily and her boyfriend, Keith, purchased a historic row home not too far from Patterson Park.
After I went to Iceland in 2013, I was hooked on the idea of minimalism. I lived out of a backpack for three months, and couldn’t believe how free and light I felt.
I met the witty Sandra during my New Year’s trip to Iceland. Morrie and I spent a night with her in Norfolk, envying her Carrie Bradshaw-esque apartment.
I’ve been to Asheville a few times now. The reasons varied.