Over a year ago I wrote this piece for my blog. I was gearing up for a new adventure and couldn’t have been more excited. It’s amazing how life changes in 365 days. To think it was only last June that I was wandering around San Francisco, by myself, enjoying ice cream(the best ever) in Dolores Park. I was single, unemployed and gave zero fucks. I was on an ADVENTURRREEEE and loving every single second of it.
It honestly feels like yesterday.
I remember so vividly staying at the Green Tortoise Hostel, wandering around Pike’s Place Market with my new travel buddies and meeting back up with newfound friends in Vancouver. It was such an invigorating few weeks that I’ll always be able to look back on with smiles and laughter.
And that’s why I love to travel.
I strive to live a life rich with memories and moments, small and large. I love looking back on photos and journals detailing my crazy adventures — those mean more to me than any other material possession.
Now, I’m back to work in NYC and I’m in a long distance relationship! You’d think I was in a relationship with some guy I met during my travels, right? Nope. Someone I met SIX May’s ago at a summer job and reconnected with after my adventure last summer. And now I know what being in love truly feels like and it’s all the clichés I could’ve ever dreamed of and more.
Long distance is rough and it’s something I honestly never thought I’d be down for. But when it’s love and it’s real, it’s worth it and the distance isn’t even a factor, it’s just a hump to get through. (Military boys, amiright?)
ANYWAYS – wishing you all a fantastic week! Hope the weather is warm and sunny wherever you are 🙂
Happy #WordNerdWednesday, y’all! This week I’m reading Girls Who Travel, a work of fiction by Nicole Trilivas. It.is.so.good. The main character, Kika, is super likable and I can totally relate to her life, which makes this novel all the more fun to read. She’s from Long Island and works in NYC (when she’s not out, blogging about her world travels) — similarly, I’m from Westchester and work (off and on) in NYC (when I’m not wandering around in another state/country). TWINS.
Here’s the opening paragraph from Girls Who Travel:
Ten thousand miles away, my mom was probably wondering why I hadn’t called her. But when you’re living inside a tropical screen saver and having knee-weakening sex with a professional Irish rogue, you tend to neglect mundane tasks.
Intrigued yet? Hah, this book is my jam and I think y’all should check it out.
As I get ready to embark on my adventure to Europe, I find myself reminiscing about my travels this past summer. I realize I didn’t post as many photos as I thought I did to this blog and so here are a few from San Francisco!
Ah, SF was great. I look forward to going back…mostly for the animal style burgers.
Just as a painter paints, and a ponderer ponders, a writer writes, and a wanderer wanders.
Two years ago, I was taking a month-long documentary filmmaking class in London.
One year ago, I had a full time job as a PA at ABC News in NYC.
One month ago, I embarked on a solo journey to the West Coast for the first time.
Now…I’m back home in NY, deciding what’s next winging it. As much as I adore this city, I’ve realized how much your job (or lack thereof) really defines who you are here. One of the first questions you’ll have to answer upon meeting someone new in NY is, “what do you do?” But I’ve learned in my travels that your job doesn’t have to define you. I got to know others as human beings and vice versa; it was wonderful.
Some have asked if I’ve gotten “it” out of my system. Traveling that is. Um, no. This is just the beginning. I was born to wander. You’re not learning or growing if you’re stuck doing the same thing day after day. What fun is that?
I want to live in different places, continue to meet new people and enjoy all of the little things along the way. I’m not waiting “to be happy one day” like so many others. I was inspired by other travelers who sold everything, quit jobs and made moves all for the sake of travel and adventure.
It’s amazing how little you can get by on. One of the things I actually enjoyed most in traveling was not having a whole wardrobe to choose from everyday; I felt like a cartoon character who wears the same outfit ALL the time. It was oddly freeing.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination; happiness is to be found along the way not at the end of the road, for then the journey is over and it’s too late. The time for happiness is today not tomorrow.
In other news, I was accepted into a graduate program at the University of Westminster for Sept. 2016! So maybe this time next year I’ll be jetting off to London again. Stay tuned…