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…

Very, Very | Travel Essays

It’s my third time to Paris. I don’t really have a plan, which seems to be the recurring theme to my life right now. I’m just drifting, collecting experiences to curate into stories for this aptly named blog.

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 Month Without Alcohol

A month ago, I gave up alcohol. The most important reason is simple – I felt compelled to. After a bad date, and one too many drinks, I woke up the next day feeling emotionally exhausted and shitty. That afternoon, we had a margarita lunch at work. I decided to pass on it. It was…