The Art of Saying Goodbye

I am convinced that “goodbye” is the hardest word in the English language. Living a life of travel, it's a word I say frequently and it never really gets easier. Just this year, I have said goodbye to my friends and family in Pennsylvania (twice),the many volunteers that came and went while I was in Honduras, the boy who was very close to stealing my heart, the students who always brightened my day in class, the best friend I have no idea... Read More »

How You Can Add More Love To The World

There is a lot of hate in the world right now. I've seen it in my newsfeed during the weeks leading up to the election and this week, in the days following the election, it's even more apparent. It can be overwhelming at times. I like to believe that love always wins, that sooner or later love will always come out on top. This is true not only in the United States but in the entire world. Instead of dwelling on my frustration and anger,... Read More »

I (Still) Suck at Spanish

Since high school, learning Spanish has been on my to-do list. The three years I took in high school taught me next to nothing – cyber school meant that Spanishdict.com was only a few clicks away and I rarely needed to speak. I would go through random periods of trying to teach myself with the Practice Makes Perfect series and the internet but never kept it up for more than a few weeks. In 2014, I did 3 weeks of Spanish classes in Orosi,... Read More »

Saving for Travel – Becoming a Perfectly Posh Consultant

This post is part of my series on Saving for Travel. To see all of the other posts, click here. There's only so much money that can be saved when you're working a minimum wage job and still paying bills, which was my situation when I was trying to save for my Central American adventure. When you only have a limited amount of money to start with, there often aren't many extras to cut – which is the first thing that people recommend you do... Read More »

Bonnaroo 2016: Welcome to the Farm

I took a deep breath as I loaded my bag into my car. Though I had been looking forward to Bonnaroo for months, I had spent the morning in a panic, my mind full of irrational “what ifs” and doubt, an unwelcome remainder of the severe anxiety I had been experiencing months prior. I considered turning back, even though I had already made it all the way from Pennsylvania to Kentucky, just a few hours from Manchester, Tennessee and attending... Read More »