Turning 25

I like to think that my quarter life crisis happened last summer, driving to work at 5:30 in the morning, and listening to “Escape” by Rupert Holmes (aka “The Pina Colada Song”). I was freaking out. I was about to turn 24 and still in undergrad with no real forward momentum in my life, or…

Deserts, I Love You

The first time I ever went out to the desert, I hated it. I thought it was large piles of dirt pepper with overgrown bushes. It was hot. I got the worst sunburn of my life and I don’t know how I escaped without getting skin cancer. I drove through a lot of hail. I…

Fighting and Laughter in Las Vegas

I’m still in denial that I’m back in Atlanta, even if I’ve spent two weeks in my usual routine of class, work, sleep. Going to Red Rock was more than just a trip without my boyfriend. It was my trip. My trip where I spent four days going from boulder to boulder collecting battle scars and…

I Am an Independent Traveler, I Don’t Need No Boyfriend

When I initially reached out to my friend Brandon to go spend spring break with me it was a spur of the moment, what-human-will-drop-what-they’re-doing-and-go-adventuring-with-me, and I-desperately-need-a-vacation sort of thing. We’d talked, worked out, run into each other at crags, and side hugged at parties and at the gym, primarily bonding after the Nov 8 election…