Dear Universe, Let me start off by thanking you for this incredible stretch of gorgeous days! Nothing is more motivating to me than waking up to a sunshine filled sky. It inspires me to get up, get dressed and go out and do something. Anything. So today’s morning adventure? A walk to Regent’s Park. It turns out this gem is …
Kensington Gardens
Dear Universe, One of my favorite things about London is walking around. It’s one of the few cities I’ve ever been in where I don’t mind walking for hours. Whether it’s an aimless stroll or a walk with a mission, it doesn’t matter. Long after my feet are sore, I’ll still keep on going. I think it’s because for me …
Arrival
“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.” ~Lao Tzu Dear Universe, Well, here I am. In London. Again. How I am this lucky, I don’t know, but I am grateful to be here, in this city I really do love and enjoy so much, once more. It’s funny. Usually when I arrive in a …
Remember Ring
Dear Universe, As you know, I am a fan of jewelry that carries a deeper meaning. That’s why when my mom gave me this ring as a gift, I immediately loved it. Delicate and simple, the golden ring is tied in a bow. Immediately I understood the significance. It’s meant to be the ribbon someone ties on her finger to …
The Great Gatsby
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” ~The Great Gatsby Dear Universe, I still think it’s funny that I didn’t read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby in high school or even in college as an English major. I didn’t even read it when one of my brothers handed me his copy and …
Laugh Out Loud
“At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.” ~Jean Houston Dear Universe, Sometimes you just need to laugh. Hard. So hard the embarrassing loud laugh escapes (the snorting kind) and shocks you and those around you. So hard that tears come to your eyes and your stomach hurts. About a week ago, my …
Dry Bar
Dear Universe, Sometimes a girl needs to just sit at a bar. I’m not talking about the kind of bar that serves drinks with umbrellas and cherries. I’m talking about a bar that you sit back, relax, and let the barista—or rather hairista—blowout your hair. A blowout bar. That’s right. For a while now I’ve been wanting to try Dry …