In just over three weeks I’ll be getting onto an airplane, by myself, and travelling to the Amazon rainforest. I’ve wanted to go my entire life but it’s one of those things that I never […]
Tag: travel
Timing is everything
My life is riddled with coincidences, signs, and nudges. Every other day I find myself exclaiming, “Isn’t it weird how that worked out!?”. My husband just gives me the same look, it’s a look he […]
Stephen King
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved horror everything. Movies, books, basically anything I could get my hands on. As such, my love for Stephen King started at a very young age. I […]
You get what you pay for
In nearly every aspect of life, you get what you pay for. Nose-bleed-section hockey tickets are no exception. We’ve purchased seats up against the back walls of many rinks and the energy up there is […]
New York, No Thanks
I already wrote about my time in New York, I know. However, I wanted to expand on it a little in more of a story form, hence the second post! I’ve also included a handful […]
Dole Whip
A few months ago I traveled to California for a workshop. When I found out I would be LA bound the only thing that came to mind was – Disneyland! How could I possible be […]
Wild Eyes
Image – TJ Romero “It would have been cheaper, to keep her, around.” A country song plays softly on the radio and my husband laughs at the lyrics. The moon is masked by winter clouds causing […]
Boston, You Had Me at Hello.
Shortly after posting about my less than desirable experience with New York City, I had many ask me about our time in Boston. I have expressed, probably more times than necessary, that I loved every […]
New York – I find you particularly mediocre.
After spending time in Boston and falling head over heels in love with everything the beautiful historic city has to offer, New York had a lot to live up to. However, before boarding the train […]
Harvard
As an academic, a book nerd, and a lover of history; the thought of a visit to the Harvard campus has always been something to quicken my pulse. Knowing my GPA and bank account would […]
