Maybe it's a metaphorical kind of lake effect... Chicago was gentler than I expected.

The sun was shining and we had the careless confidence only two Americans could have when the Amalfi Coast is considered a weekend trip.

In case you hadn’t picked up on it, I studied abroad in Florence, Italy and like every other study abroad student, I won’t shut up about...

If you’ve never been to New York City, I can assure you you’ve never been to New York City. New York is one of those places that’s...

In nearly every bedroom I’ve lived in over the last four years, I’ve had a postcard wall. It has grown over time, little by little,...

The wonders and woes of a poorly planned solo trip - March 10th, 2019 It was 11pm and I’d just spontaneously spent €38 on a train ticket...

Traveling has been cancelled. Cultural immersion is now being experienced via Netflix. The most traveling I’m doing is from my bedroom to...

I write because I can’t help myself. I write because if I didn’t, my mind would surely begin to overflow and I would internally combust....

Paris is the City of Light. Paris is the City of Love. Paris is the city that gets written about through and through. I have read...

Whether you attribute a lack of research to laziness or perhaps a delayed approach to curiosity, I entered Spain with little to no Google...

For the next few hours we sat and spoke in laughter, photo albums, coffee, and the occasional language translation.

Life becomes a habit, and traveling knocks that out of you like a punch to the gut.

Allow the clamor of tourists to become background noise and freeze the moment in time. Stare up in awe.

(Published in Blending Magazine Spring 2019) Tightly closed and thoughtfully protected, my journals reflect me at my core. They are my...