Viva Las Vegas!

Inhibitions were abandoned somewhere between margaritas on the pleasantly curved hip of carousel 19B and the sunroof of a German Olympian occupied limousine. Heels were clicked, legs were shaken, and chips were begrudgingly wrestled from our clenched knuckles and sweaty palms. It was Vegas baby. What happened there was buried in the Valley of Fire. […]

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Life after Europe: A bittersweet reality.

After ten glorious weeks of binge eating, power napping and cheek kissing, I now find myself overwhelmed with exhaustion and shockingly content with routine. I started work just four days after my feet hit the Georgia clay, and I come home most afternoons to lie down with a pillow under my lower back, dangling four limbs […]

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