I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.
I realized in March of 2017 that I was doing SO. MUCH. TRAVELING. Enjoy some photos of all the crazy shit I got myself into this year.
Expert tips from someone who sucks at packing even though she moves all the time.
Hey party people! I wrote a piece about moving abroad for Women Who Wander, and it is now live on Young and Undecided! It's my first time writing a piece for another site, so please let me know what you think of it. And if you've found my site from that piece, please check out …
When summer vacation feels like a dream you read about in a poem.
Hej hej! I'm currently on week 4 out of 5 in Herräng. I've been swinging and partying and bitching about the shitty summer weather (sometimes it decides to be sunny and 20˚C which now feels warm but right now it's raining). I've really started nailing the Swedish accent which is hilarious. Staying at Herräng for all five …
My annual disappearance into the Swedish countryside.