Tag: #travel
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Girl, Unemployed: Part I
Unemployment can be a totally foreign concept—until it happens to you. For me, it was two weeks ago today that I got my notice (a short-term contract that was supposed to go permanent), and it’s taken me these two long weeks to write about it. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, actually. Back in…
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An Italian Training Ship
The Amerigo Vespucci, a training ship of the Italian Marina Militare, is named after the explorer Amerigo Vespucci; its home: La Spezia, Italy. My great friend Katie sails boats. She’s a member of New York City’s Yacht Club, and with knowing her beautiful self comes the perk of being invited to meet legends of the…
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Sunset Beach
North Carolina is my home. It always has been and it always will be. There’s something here that I can’t explain that just runs through my veins. It must be love. This place offers me more love than I think I deserve, but it does so unconditionally and without hesitation. If I could write a…
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Boston: Day Three
Days one and two of Boston brought adventure, rocky beaches, smiles, witches, and baseball; day three was sure to delight any history geek with a walk along the winding Freedom Trail, 2.5 miles of churches, meeting houses, burying grounds, parks, museums, historic markers, and even a ship—sights and scenes from the American Revolution. On this…
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Boston: Day One
Day one of Boston: places to go, people to see, sights to… sight, and a ballgame to catch! Day one of Boston called for an outing to the legendary Fenway Park. Brian’s dad got us the tickets, unaware at the time as to the grand evening that called: the official retiring of Mr. David Ortiz’s…
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Shipping Up to Boston
This past weekend, I had the pleasure of visiting the lovely and serene town of Boston, Massachusetts. My expectations were set to an image of cobblestone taverns from the 1700s, history-entrenched town halls and churches still standing proud in the middle of the bustling city, and cleaner, nicer, narrower streets than those of New York,…
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A Short Road Trip
If you’re a city transplant like me, you crave what you lack but so deeply desire: the grass, the trees, the birds, and (hell) even the bees. A short, weekend road trip is just the cure—smells of damp mountain trees, sounds of leaves crunching beneath my Chacos, sights of mist trailing over the mountain scapes in the…
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Learning, not learning
This afternoon, I missed the train by one minute on the way to Long Island. My instinct was to blame it on the older lady two people ahead of me at the machine, moving slower than when you’re a youngin’ and you’re waiting for Christmas morning to finally arrive. I watched her actions in slow motion—tapping…
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