When I found myself publicly crying in a bar for the first time in my life as the election results were made official, I quietly excused myself so I could walk home and sob while my tears would be hidden by the nightfall. I had lost my faith in humanity the night before. It’s hard … More The Pied Piper of NYC
One rainy Seattle afternoon, I decided that I would invest in some symphony tickets. I got a little carried away and maybe ordered a few more than I initially intended, but I usually don’t struggle with talking myself into purchases. Yesterday marked the first concert that I had bought tickets to. It was a welcome … More Cinderella of the Symphony
I’ve taken so many trips to Utah for work now, they know me by name in the hotel when I walk through the door. I wish I could say I hated it, but I actually love the recognition in a place where I spend about as much time as I do in my own apartment … More Exotic Meat of Utah
I am a firm believer in pushing my emotions down, particularly when it comes to sad things. I don’t really know why I’m that way, but I’ve always been bad at dealing with sadness, and there is a sense of shame I get from crying in front of people. Maybe it stems from watching the … More Public Crier
I recently traveled to Maine for a work trip, which is one of the perks to my job at this point in time. It’s both exhausting and rewarding, both getting to travel and logging in the hours for days on end while exploring new places. But Maine, I’ve been particularly excited to check out for … More For the Love of Lobster
I’ve been spending a lot of time on the road. And it’s not something I’m complaining about. I feel like I’m at my best when I’m traveling around and channeling my inner nomad. I love to see new things and experience new places. In the words of my father, Paul Lauck, “Work is work. You … More Life on the Road
This summer has been a stark contrast from my last summer here in more ways than one. I hit my one year anniversary of living in Seattle in June, though I’m a far cry from considering myself a “Seattle-ite.” Last year I was in 90 degree heat, working on my tan by the water, jobless … More Gotta Keep Moving
I can safely say my job at this point in time utilizes two of my life skills: travel and talking to complete strangers. As everyone has learned who knows me, my days are frequently filled with random interactions with strangers, so I may as well get paid to talk to people in different places around … More Utah 9
The portion of my job that allows me to travel began last week. I took the inaugural trip out to Port Angeles for a few days with a coworker of mine. While last minute trips are usually right up my alley, when it’s work related I’d rather have a little bit more time to plan. … More Port Angeles
I have been applying to work for Rick Steves since I was in college, long before Seattle was ever a seedling of an idea in my brain. Needless to say, I have been shut down on numerous occasions. Yet Rick Steves’ books are the Bible of travel guides in my mind. As someone who prioritizes … More The Standby Camaraderie
Transient Transplant 