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I have Stockholm Syndrome. All of the good, none of the bad. Stockholm Syndrome is a condition which causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors. Though in this case Stockholm isn’t a captor, rather, a captivator, and I’m here of my own volition and honestly this analogy doesn’t really work but I…

The theme of my day in Brussels was indulgence. A day in Oslo provided a stark contrast to that. While Brussels is adorned with ornate gold accents, Oslo is a modern looking city with clean lines and buildings that kind of look like they belong in Soviet Russia. I will say they do have beautiful…

Any guesses as to where I might be referring to? Yep-Belgium! My flight to Oslo included a 10 hour layover in Brussels and it was everything I ever could have asked for from my first double digit hour layover. I’ll start by saying I’m not usually a big fan of layovers. Mostly because I’m frustrated…

No, I don’t. I’m quite alright actually. My life is exhausting, sure, but in the most wonderful way. I’m always out and about checking out the hottest restaurants or bars in Chicago, dancing my way through the weekend, and bopping around the States for the occasionally work trip. And work? I’m fortunate to be doing…

It started with a late night phone call to my mother- the two of us were going to Poland for ten days and decided that we needed a vacation within our trip. (Note: a trip and a vacation are very different, and visiting family in Poland is definitely a trip and not a vacation.) We…

During my ten days in the Southern Hemisphere I had the chance to visit the two “guays” of South America. (I highly doubt anyone calls them that, but the word “guay,” means “cool” in Spanish slang and I thought it was clever so just go with it.) I visited each of them for less than…

Remember when you always wanted everything you now have? I read that somewhere once (refrigerator magnet or Instagram caption, can’t remember, doesn’t matter) and I can’t help but repeat that to myself as I bask in my own contentment today. I wanted to travel to 50 countries before I turned 25. And I did that.…

Rio is a dangerous place. Dangerously beautiful, that is. Haha see what I did there? Funny? Nope, okay, moving on from the dad jokes. It first occurred to me that Rio was a stunner while drinking caipirinhas with my father on the beach the evening we landed. The beach was alive with Brazilians, all scantily…

I have been on two flights per week for the last eight weeks straight. Every single one of them, yes all 14, has either been on time or landed early. This is obviously an anomaly, and I’m a firm believer that if too many good things are happening to you in sequence- it means that…

There are a couple of trips you absolutely need to take in your twenties. The college euro trip. The Southeast Asia backpacking trip. The solo trip to some zen place to find yourself. The wild Vegas trip with your girlfriends. And the one that had somehow eluded me all these years: The classic large group…