My father worked for 38 years saying he’d travel when he retired. He retired and then kept finding reasons not to go. I watched that happen and promised myself I wouldn’t do the same thing — which is exactly why I finally booked that flight to Arizona and stood at the edge of the Grand … Read more
I’d never traveled alone before this trip. The thought honestly terrified me — no one to split decisions with, no one to blame if something went sideways. That was also exactly the point. So I booked three days in Rome, told myself the city had survived millennia of chaos, and figured it could survive me … Read more
We’d been saying “we should all go somewhere together” for six years. After the fourth postponed trip and two weddings that got in the way, we stopped talking and just bought tickets — and somehow, Rome was the answer everyone agreed on without argument. There’s something about the Eternal City that makes sense for a … Read more
I found a fare alert on a Thursday afternoon that made absolutely no sense to ignore. By Friday morning I had a ticket and no real plan — which turned out to be the best way to approach the whole thing. What unfolded over the next ten days was equal parts ancient history and golden-hour … Read more
I quit my career in finance to become a landscape photographer — and before I started the new chapter, I gave myself one month: no meetings, no performance reviews, no deliverables, just go somewhere that would remind me why I made the switch. Bora Bora kept rising to the top of the list, with those … Read more
I booked this trip at 11pm on a Tuesday after a meeting where someone used the phrase “synergize our deliverables” for the third time in an hour — my corporate brain needed an escape hatch, fast. Within twenty minutes I had a one-way search pulled up for Bora Bora, French Polynesia, and within twenty more … Read more
When I left my job without another one lined up, everyone thought I was having a breakdown. I was. But I was also buying a one-way ticket to Bora Bora, and it turned out those two things were deeply connected — because sometimes the only way back to yourself is through somewhere impossibly beautiful. What … Read more
By February, the grey had settled in so deep I could feel it behind my eyes — I needed sun, warmth, and a place where winter was someone else’s problem for a few weeks. That’s how I ended up standing on a private deck above a lagoon so impossibly turquoise it looked filtered, watching the … Read more
I never took a gap year. I went straight from high school to college to a career, doing every sensible thing in the right order — and somewhere around 32 I realized I’d been meaning to see the world since I was 17. Dubai was one of the first places I actually stopped meaning to … Read more
The week my company went fully remote, I opened a map and asked a question I’d never seriously asked before: if I can work from anywhere, why am I still sitting in this apartment? My eyes landed on a tiny speck in the South Pacific — Bora Bora — and something clicked. What started as … Read more
