My first solo trip is officially in the books! I’m excited to share what I loved, learned, and saw during this wild 72-hour ride. First, let’s talk about why I went on a solo trip in the first place. It was the weekend after my 23rd birthday, and to be honest, that number felt so boring and I wanted to spice it up. But I also realized I’d been holding myself back from seeing the world just because no one else could experience it with me. Post-grad life means all of our schedu

The East Coast officially has a piece of my heart. Maine, you were an unexpected treat—and I can’t wait to go back! Portland, Bar Harbor,...

HOW LUCKY AM I to have friends who not only live in such amazing places, but also share my love for exploring them. San Clemente,...

Fitting a week’s worth of sights into a three-day weekend is exactly what it sounds like: EXHAUSTING. However, I can genuinely say it was...