Non-Productive in NOLA
My month in New Orleans was somehow a mix of friends, family, fun, stress and depression. Could it be the city of the dead bringing me down or my search for home?
My month in New Orleans was somehow a mix of friends, family, fun, stress and depression. Could it be the city of the dead bringing me down or my search for home?
Some places you just don’t want to be alone in… and sometimes, you just need a loved one by your side. Vegas is one of those places…and by the end of October, I was definitely missing familiar faces.
It’s been almost 2 months since I have stopped being a barista. Part of me jumps for joy at all of the mental and physical freedom I have. Another part of me feels homeless. Not just because technically, while traveling cross-country, I am without a home. I walk into a Starbucks, and I feel like an
L.A. stole my heart! Beach, long hikes up mountains, client lunches and more… Read on for photos & details!
San Francisco was such a blur! I only stayed there for two days which definitely didn’t feel long enough. I arrived at 8am and my AirBnB wouldn’t be ready, even for me to drop my bags off until 12:30, I found out. After an overnight bus ride, I was pretty out of it and desperate