My Happy Place

Day 3 of The Thankful Project! I tried so hard to get posts written ahead of time, and here I am, writing three posts in one day (days 2, 3, and 4).

Anyway, today I’m being thankful for a place!

thankful project titleThis one wasn’t too difficult to figure out. I am in love with my beach. Edisto.


This has been my family’s vacation spot since before I can remember. As a child, I remember playing in the sand and making castles with my sisters. Floating on a raft in the water, what felt like miles from the shore with my uncles and my grandpa. Jumping in the waves with my cousin. As an adult, going to this place just re-charges me. Even if only for a weekend, coming here always brings me back to center (so to speak). The hustle and bustle of life falls away as I drive over the bridge and onto the island.

So, today I am thankful for all of the memories from this place. The walks to the piggly wiggly. The time I caught a baby shark. All of the margaritas and card games and family dinners. This place will always be a home away from home. The kind of vacation I will always need.

EdistoEaster Morning sunrise church service.

family 1994So there ya have it. My Happy Place. Tell me about yours in the comments! :)


It was Labor Day weekend, I was 23.

Happy Monday, everyone!!!

This is the best kind of Monday… no work!

I spent the weekend gallivanting around Nashville with my best girlfriends. We had the greatest time, and I did NOT want to leave! Live country music, cowboy boots, college football, beer, friends and moonshine… What more could I want??!





How was your long weekend??

Also, remember #blogtember starts tomorrow!!


Travel Day Routines

It’s Sunday night… And you guessed it. I’m at the airport.

Most of my Sundays look exactly like this:

1. I wake up and lay in bed for an hour reading blogs and/or playing candy crush.
2. I make some kind of food. Or I go somewhere and have someone make me food (usually Wendy’s or chipotle)
3. I pack my suitcase and backpack.
4. I check my packing list 60,000 times to make sure I didn’t forget anything.
5. I take my trash out… One time I left bananas in my trash can and then went out of town for 2 weeks. I can’t even describe the fruit fly infestation that was waiting for me when I got home.
6. I go over to my parents house and lay on the couch for 3 hours.
7. I go to the airport.
8. I drink wine.

All while saying “I don’t want to go to (insert city) tonight… Please don’t make me go to (insert city)”

Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. And I love going to new places. But the act of traveling is very tiresome. Parking, shuttles, security, walking, waiting, sitting, more waiting. Not to mention I won’t get to my hotel until 1am EST (assuming I have no delays).

And to think I used to believe there was something magical about airports.

But it is Sunday funday, right? So I got a wine flight and Mac and cheese.


So, cheers to making this week awesome! And cheers to people watching (I just saw a guy wearing two backpacks… Can’t make this up)