Las Vegas is a place unlike any other. And to be honest, I don’t know that it’s my favorite (yet). I would actually love the opportunity to explore outside of the strip – go hiking, explore Seven Magic Mountains, go to the Grand Canyon, etc. But unfortunately, when I am in Las Vegas for work, I am surrounded by convention center walls, recycled air conditioning, the smell of casino smoke, and the “bing bing bing” of slot machines.

So far, I’ve stayed at three of the hotels on the Las Vegas strip. The Bellagio, The Cosmopolitan, and The Aria.


Last year around this time, I was in Fayetteville, Arkansas celebrating my 26th birthday with some of my closest friends. It was perfect. This year, it looked a little different. I was surrounded by coworkers and sunshine, but it still was wonderful. I’ve never been to Boca Raton, but considering the weather back home during my trip here, this is one for the books.


I wanted to reflect for just a moment on this past year. 2019 was full of so much love. I rang in the new year with a broken wrist, but with friends I will cherish forever. I received a promotion and soon after found my dream job, with the encouragement from the most supportive of friends.

I moved from a place that I called home for eight years to the place I called home for years before that, celebrating my future with those I treasure most. (And I watched the St. Louis Blues bring home the Stanley Cup!) With that move, I made new friends, and began to explore the world with them. I traveled to ELEVEN states and FIVE countries on TWO continents. I tried new foods, explored new places, and experienced new things. And as the year came to a close, these new and old friends were there when I grieved loss, twice.


This week was one of the most difficult weeks that I’ve had to experience thus far. On October 1st, I flew home unexpectedly to spend time with my family as my Maw Maw’s battle with dementia was coming to a close. I knew that I needed to be home with her, and my Paw Paw. And I spent as much time as I could by their sides. I heard stories from her younger brother, my Uncle Al, some that I had never heard before.  (One story was about how Uncle Al felt left out by some of his classmates. He asked his older sister, my Maw Maw, to take him and the other classmates that were left out to a pizza place and out bowling. She agreed, and advocated for them when the servers paid them no attention.) And while I was there, I found a box of notes that she wrote, including a letter that she started to write to all of us, but never finished.


Kohler, Wisconsin is a beautiful place. It’s about an hour north of Milwaukee, bordering Sheboygan. My favorite part about Kohler is how peaceful being there was. It’s a town unlike no other, and its centered around essentially a bathroom factory. Unfortunately my time in Kohler, Wisconsin was cut a little shorter than I had anticipated.


My travels to Palm Springs were a little tough, but I made it safely. Let’s just say the airline accidentally booked me on a trip to Canada, after missing my layover. Thankfully I caught it, but had to fly into Ontario, California and then take a (two hour) Lyft to Palm Springs airport to pick up my luggage. Like I said, it’s a long story – and one of the many reasons I prefer Delta over any other airline. Anyways… when  I thought about traveling to Palm Springs, I thought I would see hot pink and palm trees. I wasn’t completely wrong… and you’ll see why.


To be honest, geography has never been my forte. I actually thought San Diego was much more north than it is. My bad. You win some, you lose some. Anyways… when I landed in San Diego, I was relieved. Do you know that feeling of getting out of the car and smelling the salt water air after a long road trip? I never flew to vacations when I was younger, so stepping out of the airport in San Diego and smelling the fresh, saltwater air gave me that same sense of calm.