It would be impossible for me to tell you about my trip to Bali in one blog post. It might even be impossible for me to tell you about my trip to Bali in five blog posts. But Bali was a 2017 goal for me and I want to share it with you – so the first way I’m going to do that is by giving you snapshots from Bali.
I can’t give you any direction in this post. I can’t tell you how to spend the best 48 hours in NYC, though surely I have ideas. As much as I want to tell you about the wonders of the world in every single post, the journey isn’t always picturesque or dreamy. Sometimes the journey is exhilerating and wild and free. Sometimes the journey is hazy, a blur of weeks, a daze. It’s uncertainty.
You guys, I can’t honestly believe that I have lived the majority of my adult life without TSA PreCheck. Time and time again I ended up in the airport security line envying all of the travelers by passing the long, non PreCheck lines. They’d breeze their way through the checkpoints, shoes and liquids intact. I’d like to refer to my life before TSA PreCheck as the “dark ages” of my life. Now that I have it, I can’t imagine why I didn’t have it before. And so begins the tale of how TSA PreCheck led me to In and Out Burger.
Have you ever just stepped into a new place and immediately you felt at home? That’s how I felt when I got to Seattle and it’s how I felt when I spent a long weekend in Portland. What can I say? The Pacific Northwest was calling, and I had to go!
I turned 24 in January of 2016. I was ready to turn 24. I thought 23 hadn’t been that great (nobody likes you when you’re 23) and surely 24 would be better. The morning before I turned 24 I ended up in the ER with a really painful infection. I couldn’t travel to see the twin for our birthday. I could only stay in bed and let the pain meds ease the discomfort.
While I was living it, I thought that morning of excruciating pain was a farewell. A wave goodbye as I swiftly began my twenty-fourth year. I see those days differently now. Looking back, I don’t think twenty three was saying goodbye to me at all.
I think she was warning me.
I was sitting at work one day when I saw a post about really cheap flights to Denver. I went to the Frontier website, typed in Charlotte, just to see what would come up. When I saw that I could fly to Denver and back for only $130, I started texting my friends to see if anyone could go. If you know about my trip, you already know that no one could. It was last minute, I’ll admit, I didn’t expect anyone to be able to. But I was finding it hard to talk myself out of buying this ticket. When else would I be able to fly to Denver for $130? Maybe never! So after an hour or so of debating, I booked a flight for my first solo travel adventure!
Cinque Terre isn’t a hidden gem in Italy anymore. In fact if someone finds out you’re going to Italy, most likely they’ll tell you you HAVE to visit Cinque Terre. It may not be a hidden gem, but it’s still a gem. In fact, it might be the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. The Amalfi Coast in Italy is also beautiful but I think I might just prefer Cinque Terre.
You know those moments where you swear to yourself that you’re never going to do that thing? You know, that thing you would never do. Yeah, I know those moments, too. And more often than not, I end up doing them. Here are 4 things I said I’d never do and when I ended up doing them.
Remember the other week when I made this Comprehensive Guide to Personal Finance for Millennials? If you haven’t read that yet, start there and come back. We went over budgets, having an emergency fund, saving for retirement and paying down debt. There is something we didn’t talk about though. This week, I’m back with part two and we’re talking all about credit for millennials.
I’ve tried to write this post a thousand times. I write something and then I backspace. I write something else and I backspace again. It’s not that I don’t know what I want to say. It’s that I don’t know how to say it in a way that will make you understand. When something so big happens, it’s hard to write about it. It’s hard to share it with you. A lot of you reading this will be friends. Friends of friends. But some of you are strangers. And sometimes I feel like even my friends are strangers after this. You haven’t changed but I have so drastically that I feel like a different person than I was just a few months ago. I look in the mirror and I wonder how I can look the same but feel so different. I still haven’t figured that part out.