a new direction

Hey, friends.

I’m going to switch things up on the blog. Sure, I still want to be a travel blog, but not in the way I was trying to force myself to be. I don’t want to give you advice or “tips & tricks”. Honestly, just pick up a guidebook for those. Rough Guides is my favorite so far. (Lonely Planet can get stuffed.)

I’m going to change my blog name (eventually). Maybe I’ll even switch from WordPress to Blogger (gasp! has anyone in the history of blogging ever done it that way around?). I’m going to focus on stories. I’ve been longing for the “good ol’ days” of blogging, wishing I had started 10 years ago instead of last December. When the community felt smaller and people felt less pressure about every little single thing they posted.

But why can’t I still blog like that? I have the right to do whatever I want with my little corner of the internet.

I’m still going to be a primarily travel blog, but with the vibe of MegFee, KJB, ScarpheliaSuperlativelyRude, and ThisBatteredSuitcase. The people that made me want to blog in the first place.

So let’s see how this goes!



I’m going to Eastern Europe for 2.5 months and I can’t believe this is happening

36 hours from now I’ll be in Lithuania, and by the time you read this I’ll already be on the plane.

Why am I so chill about this?  Why am I not freaking out more?  If you told freshman-year-of-college-me this was my plan for the summer of 2017, I would’ve laughed in your face.

I remember my first college spring break.  I was stuck at home all week because we had a HUGE snow storm, so I had nothing to do except watch Kimmy Schmidt (funnily enough, the 3rd season just came out on Netflix and I’m watching it right now) and toot around on the internet.  I’m not sure what led me there, but suddenly I was sucked into the vortex of travel blogs and the “phenomenon” of solo female travel.  I thought it was the coolest, most badass thing.  I remember reading about post-graduation Europe trips and how 3 months felt like such a long time to travel.  I remember reading about people backpacking around Southeast Asia for 7 months and thinking “what in the world would you do with all that time?”.

Flash forward 2 years and here I am, about to be gallivanting around Europe for 81 days.  And before that, I was in Scotland for 5 months, 1 month of which was traveling outside of the UK.  By the time I get home, I’ll have been gone 8 months.  The last time I was on American soil, Obama was still president.

It feels very, very weird when dreams become reality.