Sitting on Kjeragbolten

I’ll Remember

I’ll remember salsa dancing in Zurich with my best friend, twisting and turning among locals and expats. I’ll remember the adorable Italian girl in the bottom bunk in Copenhagen who spoke a few words of English and used “spatula” for “hairbrush.” I’ll remember finding seedless watermelon in Novi Sad, a holy grail after months of…

Feeling The Wanderlust Again

I was raised to be a traveler–I’ve been┬áto 15 countries in my 19 years–but I’m naturally a homebody. Most days I’d rather enjoy the quiet comforts of home than go out exploring, and I feel like I have a “home quota” that I must fill in order to feel normal. But sometimes I find myself…