irmagod. it’s finally over.

DSC00236.JPGThere’s nothing more irritating than the sound of a neighbor’s generator as you sit inside a four-bedroom sauna going on 48 hours. Now imagine that noise x3 because every house around you seemingly has a functioning generator except for you. *eyeroll* Continue reading


that time i was on the steve harvey show..

About this time last year, something crazy happened to me. I was living in Chicago and had set up a dating profile, because, whatever it was 2015. Let me live. I can’t really remember which one exactly cause tbh I had tried them all. This one particular day I was actually on my way to meet someone for the first time when I got a message from a girl. Normally I would laugh at these messages, but this one was different. Read More

the waves pulled me in.

“Miami sneaks up on you. Or do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain

Moving to Chicago more than two years ago was a choice I wanted to make. Looking back now, it was reckless and impulsive and ultimately stupid, but it was something I knew in my heart I wanted and there was no stopping that. I don’t regret it. I actually miss it most days. Those years helped me evolve and I’m a better person for it. I experienced so much and met so many incredible people and that will always hold a special piece of my heart. Read More


aerial yoga is life.

I want to start this post by thanking the dozens of girls who’ve asked me about aerial yoga because you’ve inspired me to start blogging again.Β While I was living in Chicago I discovered Air and pretty much became obsessed. I’ve never enjoyed working out. Read More


birthday thangs.

Although the weather during Memorial Weekend was amazing, last weekend (actually two weekends ago now, #latepost) took a turn for the worse when temps literally dropped like 30 degrees overnight and giant rain clouds decided to hover over Chicago for pretty much 24 hours. This though was NOT going to bring me down. Read More


go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night, however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if, on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs. Read More


one year later..


Although it’s all still a little unreal, today is my one-year anniversary of living in Chicago!

Exactly 365 days ago I flew into a city wrapped in a blanket of snow on a weekend where the snow came down for days, and I never looked back –that’s a lie. I look back all the time, but I truly am happy I risked it all to move here. NO RAGRETS. Read More