Tips + Advice For Cheap Solo Travel In 2018

Don’t have the budget to travel a lot, but still want to wander? Check out Melissa’s best (+ super affordable) drifty tips to getting around in 2018. Center your trip around an interest. This is honestly one of my favorite Drifty tips. Instead of trying to figure out a city to go to, figure out what you…

Ask Driftyland Missy | I Don’t Think He’s The One

  Dear Melissa, I’m struggling to articulate how to say this, but – I recently realized something I can’t un-know. The person I’m dating isn’t the one. On paper, he’s great. He checks off all my boxes. He’s funny, extremely caring and well-intentioned. He supports me in my art, and most days, I don’t know…

Savannah | Travel Essays

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” says the tall, lanky man behind the bar. I laugh, and we have a momentary stare down. I playfully order a Ramus Gin Fizz. He pretends to grimace, and soon enough, he’s shaking that big silver cup, in an expertly sexy way only bartenders can do. It’s a Wednesday night…

Turquoise Walls | Travel Essays

It’s early evening in Wildwood. I just spent the day exploring Cape May, one of the more affluent and hoity toity beach towns in Southern New Jersey, mother, aunt, cousin and father in tow. At one point, my parents and I went wine-tasting, a joyous yet disappointing activity where my mother and I made similarly…

It was a movie review, now it’s a complaint.

Tina Fey never ceases to amaze me on how vulnerable she’s willing to be. In 30 Rock, she was the lovable but sometimes, unlikeable crumugeon. Her character went through seasons of being under appreciated in her career, exhausted, and kind of unhinged, resulting hilarious, yet slightly neurotic behavior. In Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, she played a similar character;…

Norfolk | Travel Essays

“You should get in one,” Sandra says, gesturing towards the oversized plastic balls. I had watched a seven year old spin around in one earlier. Her clothes, damp and her hair, soaking wet, her knees wobbled as she struggled to stand up. She had an interesting expression, a compromise between panic and pure exhileration. My…

The Car Stereo

I wonder if my car stereo is a fan of post-apocalyptic science fiction. It has no mouth and it feels that it must scream. Is it in existential pain? Or does it simply hate me as Frankenstein’s monster hated it’s creator? Is this why it screams in hateful denial every time it is awoken? All…