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.
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Adventurous Love & War
After close to seven months of singleness, after six years of very un-singleness, I have determined one thing about dating. I don’t like it. After spending most of my twenties trying to stress the importance of having a relationship with my parents, clinging to someone’s arm after one too many drinks, and really really wanting him…
Happy Birthday, Rachel.
It’s a Friday. “Do you want to dance?” the dark haired, slightly exotic looking guy says. “Depends. Are you going to make it weird?” I ask, loudly, trying to be heard over the sound of Pravda’s speakers. Maybe it was the couple of drinks I had, or the shot of fireball I insisted we take,…
Airplane Strangers & Flying Jitters
I made it to L.A. Phew. I’m stationed at a Starbucks getting some work done, and I wrote this post quickly. I wanted to share it before jumping into info about my trip. I’ve been thinking a lot about why I’m doing this – traveling all the time – and I got an answer yesterday,…
Girl Talk in Southern Iceland & My Trip to D.C.
It’s nearly midnight, chilly, and I’m running after a bus in four inch heels. The cobblestone walkways of the Georgetown section of D.C. don’t help. I nearly trip at one point, stumbling briefly, then regaining my footing. My friend Mia – in more sensible footwear – is racing ahead of me to grab the bus…