Sunshine and San Francisco

San Francisco was warm when I arrived. Twelve-hundred miles, five days, and two cities later, I was exhausted. I bid Martha the Rental Car adieu, took an Uber, and trekked up two hills to get to my Airbnb. I was happy to “settle in” and have the chance to explore everything I had missed the first time around.   Read More


California Bound: 800 Miles on the 101

My road trip to San Francisco began on a Tuesday morning, after parting ways with Nicole at the airport. Martha the Rental Car was stocked with fresh Portland donuts, Trader Joe’s snacks, plenty of water, and good music. I found my way back to the coast and drove south on the US 101 through Oregon. Read More

This Is What A Feminist Looks Like

On International Women’s Day, we celebrate women, girls, and their rights. I wrote about how inspired I was by women last year—from celebrities and modern role models to historical figures and the women in my own life. I was encouraged by just how many people, both women and men, were celebrating the “strong, smart, complicated, kind, creative, and innovative women” in the world too. We are starting to really take note of how powerful and important women and women’s rights are to the success of our planet, and today, I am equally as inspired and encouraged. Read More

Welcome to Portland

The drive from Seattle to Portland, a straight shot south on the I-5 for three hours, was fairly uneventful. I’d grown accustomed to long car rides from the many trips I took between my college in New Hampshire and home, so I felt at ease behind the wheel. (I’m also no James Corden, but my Carpool Karaoke is pretty spectacular.) And even though I wasn’t driving my trusty old blue car, Lola, I did find a good travel companion in my rental car, good ol’ Martha. The road before us was nearly empty. The sky, still mostly cloudy. The sun peeked through at times though and allowed me a glimpse of the mountains in the distance. Read More

A Quiet Weekend in Seattle

A little over a week ago, I returned home from my trip to the West Coast—the first big U.S. trip of my adult life. This trip actually ticked many “firsts” off my list: first road trip, first time renting a car, first visit to the Pacific Northwest (and subsequently first visits to Washington and Oregon), and first solo trip. As I’ve mentioned previously, it was both a dream and a bit of a nightmare, but I promised myself I would do my best to enjoy each moment of the new adventure.

I left New York early on a dark, rainy morning—my third 6am flight in just a week—with two carry on bags. Read More

The Adventurous Alternative

In the blink of an eye, one year ended and another began. That’s how it always seems to happen, isn’t it? The difference is only a matter of seconds, but it often feels like so much more. This year, the change was quieter than most, surrounded only by a few close friends and good food. That was okay. Quieter is better sometimes.

I’ve kept mostly to myself for the first two weeks of the new year. Read More