From the moment we left the airport, there was never a period of time when we weren’t being affectionate towards one another. I kept calling it, “disgustingly cute.” My self deprecating nature wouldn’t allow me to just simply enjoy the moment, I had to remember the whole feet-planting promises that I made myself. I found it remarkably wonderful that we got so comfortable with one another in such a short period of time. It was as if I knew him my entire life. Simply put, we just clicked straight away. While in Paris, I felt that we got swept up in the romantic setting. However, if you were to choose a place in time where you can be completely and foolishly romantic, wouldn’t you choose Paris? This utterly photogenic city has been an incredible backdrop to our love story.
I told myself that I will do whatever it takes to be happy. For 2017, it meant saying "no thanks" to a lot of things; settling for under appreciating jobs, inauthentic friendships, relationships, bad habits, etc. I placed more effort towards doing things that made me more excited for life and a lot of that had to do with traveling. I am not rich by any means, I'm actually pretty broke lol but I just know how to search for deals and steals while also cutting the cost of things that I don't necessarily need. While some people find their happy in things like partying or shopping, I find it with working really hard and saving a ton. At the end of the day, I would like to think that I'm a responsible enough adult whereas I can live a comfortable life within my means. Choose what makes you happy, folks. That's really all I can say. Looking back on this phenomenal year, I am quite pleased with myself for doing what I wanted to do instead of doing what I thought I'm supposed to do.
“Wait, you’re going alone? Do you know anyone there?” “I am going alone and I don’t know a single person there.” I sat at the airport, eating my burrito bowl, as I waited to depart Boston. It was a night flight which meant that I would arrive early in Ireland. Too early to check into … Continue reading Why I “yolo” solo-dolo!