Things you learn when you take a vacation by yourself–and I mean on purpose, not tacked on to the beginning or end of a work trip where you spend a few extra days somewhere because your friends didn’t want to come: Read the rest of this entry »
Category Archives: Travel
Normally, I do the bare minimum when it comes to helping strangers.
I’ll stop to listen to their questions about directions (rarely giving them unless they’re public transportation questions, since I don’t know driving directions in NYC). I’ll move out of the way when a clueless tourist family is hogging the whole sidewalk (you do not receive this gesture if you look like you know better). I’ll give you my seat on the train if you’re old, frail, or pregnant.
But these are all things that any decent human shouldn’t think twice before doing. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s not easy to forget you’re not rich when you live in New York, and the only way to have a quality of life that doesn’t slowly kill your soul is to have a trust fund or have otherwise come into a whole lot of money. (I’m not saying you can’t live well, and enjoy yourself, without being rich here; I’m just saying it will slowly kill your soul no matter how much fun you think you’re having with your 4 roommates in Brooklyn.) But in general, I try not to think about how much my soul is dying every day.
Southport, CT makes it impossible to forget you’re not rich. Read the rest of this entry »
I’d never tried to do this before because I get debilitating motion sickness on any moving vehicle–bus, car, boat, etc. Read the rest of this entry »
Had I known that this giant, 3-story lit-up globe came with a “no pictures” rule, I probably wouldn’t have paid the $6 to see it. Maybe that’s crazy, maybe that’s a product of today’s instagram-filtered world, or maybe it’s both. But it’s the truth.
Still, I’m glad I saw it, 1.) because it’s on many off-the-beaten-path lists for Boston, and after calling they city my home for 4 years during college, I was excited to do something I’d never even heard of when I lived there, and 2.) it seems to be a good representation of what Boston itself is to me. Read the rest of this entry »
Why I’ve never used Uber before is not complicated. When people first started talking about it, my smartphone hardly worked (thanks to Apple’s careful design of forcing customers to upgrade to newer models every few months) and I couldn’t download anything onto it. Then, once I got a functional smartphone (that has already become almost obsolete), I was always with someone who had Uber on their own phone when requiring it.
Now that I’ve experienced for myself the joy of being able to pay less than a third of what a taxi charges for the same ride between Disney World and the Orlando airport, I can whole-heartedly say I’m a fan. Read the rest of this entry »
I never use the phrase, “What are the chances?!” because it doesn’t matter. It makes no difference whether the chances are 1 in 60 or 1 in 6,000. It will happen to me.
Like, for example, when I went swimming before getting ready for work and my room key fell into the pool. Read the rest of this entry »