Let’s get real for a sec: last month, I ugly-cried into a Trader Joe’s frozen lasagna while rewatching The Notebook for the 17th time. Heartbreak? Oh honey, I invented it. But here’s the…
Read morePicture this: me, 28 years old, ugly-crying at Newark Airport because I couldn’t figure out the self-check-in kiosk. Fast forward to today – I’ve skinny-dipped in Icelandic hot springs at midnight (don’t tell…
Read moreOkay, let me set the scene: There I was, standing in the rain outside Gare du Nord with a broken umbrella that decided to retire mid-storm 🌧️💼. My phone battery? 3%. My French…
Read moreOkay, let me set the scene: I’m sipping a matcha latte at my local coffee shop when I overhear two women debating whether the Maldives or St. Barts is “more exclusive” this season….
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s spill the tea ☕️. You know that split-second panic when you tell someone you’re traveling solo and they hit you with “But isn’t that dangerous?” like you’re auditioning for a…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real – nothing makes you feel more alive than arriving alone in a foreign train station with Google Maps glitching and your inner GPS screaming “ABORT MISSION.” 🚂🗺️ Been…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else has canceled plans because their brain decided to throw a full-on panic party? 🙋♀️🍷 That was me three years ago, hyperventilating over a hypothetical missed train connection in…
Read moreOkay, real talk time 💬. Last week, I spilled matcha all over my laptop while stalking solotravel TikTok reels at this absurdly trendy Brooklyn café. As I frantically dabbed green foam off the…
Read moreOkay, real talk time. 👋 Who else spent their twenties collecting fears like designer handbags? Fear of eating alone. Fear of getting lost. Fear of looking like That Girl awkwardly fumbling with maps…
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