After working a 16 hour day in Salt Lake City, I walked through a Trader Joe’s in a daze looking for the wine aisle as clearly I deserved a drink. I figured that I would treat the coworkers I was meeting at the hotel, and we would split a bottle. Then all the memories from … More Cabernet Creeper
It’s a long story on the exact hows and whys of things, but I recently found myself on a work trip to Kansas interviewing candidates for a job out there. I had worked out a situation in which I would greet my prospective interviewees in the lobby and go over my questions in the hotel … More The Devil In Disguise
“I genuinely don’t have the patience for this,” I thought to myself while sitting on the bus ride home from work listening to two grown men bitch about how the bus should go faster and then proceeded to heckle the driver, telling her when to merge into traffic and to speed up. I’m convinced the … More Something in the Air
It’s no secret that my primary motivation for working so much is to save money so I can travel. But sometimes I get sidetracked and blow my money on clothes and shoes. And not even practical shoes. I don’t need another pair of shoes, and I used to have a rule that if I bought … More Cinderella Slippers
The overwhelming desire to throw a cookie in someone’s face was a new one for me, but I was quickly able to talk myself down as I needed a roof over my head for the night, and I knew full well I was acting exactly like some kind of entitled asshole. I had arrived in … More Johnny Jabber
I prepared to leave Seattle for Indianapolis in the manner that I normally do: not planning my time out properly, doing one thousand loads of laundry, scrubbing down my entire apartment like it had been a crime scene, and getting about two hours of sleep. I woke up the morning of my flight when it … More Holiday Hallucinations
It was a cold and rainy Seattle morning, and I had just finished texting a friend of mine a story about my inherent uncoolness. I put my phone away and stepped on the bus. It turned the corner as I was walking down the middle of the aisle looking for an open seat. And in … More The Bus Disease
I frequently use analogies with cities that stick out in my brain as if they are people to try and make the feeling more relatable to other people who may not understand what I feel when I travel. Paris was my first love, flawed but beautiful, and I fell fast and hard at the age … More Sydney: A Love Story
I dumped my bags in a back room of my hotel in Brisbane while they prepared my room, and then stopped into a coffee shop around the corner, re-energized by being back in Australia. My heart was full, being back in this country that is so important to me, and I ordered a coffee from a … More It’s Just What You Do
Packing should be something that I have down to a science at this point in my life. I’ve taken hundreds of flights, and yet somehow this is one of those things I loathe and still can’t wrap my head around. Don’t get me wrong: I have a drawer of travel-sized liquids to throw in my … More The Art of Packing
Transient Transplant 