Liz | Travel Essays

It’s a Thursday evening, at dusk. The residential street I’m walking down is lovely. Cozy homes snuggled into hilltops. Vibrant red and yellow leaves scattered beneath cars, aside curbs.

Black Boots

The soles of the boots were thick, and they caught my eye. I lifted them off the shelf, and examined the masculine curve of the toe, the shine of the leather, and the light layer of fleece lining on the inside. They were exactly what I was looking for. As I tucked them under my…

A Halloween Morning In Roanoke

I visited Roanoke after attending a family wedding. I didn’t realize how close Roanoke was to the event, but was delighted when I arrived on the island. I’ve been watching American Horror Story: Roanoke since it aired last month, and was ecstatic that I got to visit the real lost colony.

See you soon.

Yesterday, I visited 21c Museum Hotel in downtown Durham. The museum is open even if you don’t stay there. So, on this beautiful and warm Wednesday, instead of staying cooped up in the office, my supervisor John decided to bring our department there. Earlier that morning, I was talking to my co-worker Michael (a programmer) via gChat.…

Kiddo

For a few weeks, I’ve have this… idea stuck in my head. I couldn’t quite put it into words. Through scattered talks with my co-worker Annabel, I tried to summarize it. Finally, she sent me a post on Elizabeth Gilbert’s Facebook page that of course, said everything. She talked about how when you’re lost, you…

Gratitude and joy.

“Wait, am I still in your phone as this?” My thumb is hovering over a contact, “Melissa W from Queensboro”. The petite, dark haired girl driving confirms it, then offers to update it. “It’s fine,” I say, texting myself the photo I wanted. We’ve just left Chimney Rock. She’s carefully steering our Nissan Note (a rental) back down the…