Today was one of the best and most challenging days in my living 23 years of existence. It’s ironic I’m even writing about it, because no words suffice when it comes to conceptualizing our friendship.
I remember on our first day making the same dance team, it was the awkward small talk of hey, where are you from?, oh you’re from California? and what are you studying at school? That same afternoon, we disclosed to each other our dream of dancing in the NBA and how cool it would be.
Fast forward two years later, we made the same team again, our dance dream in fruition. This was truly and genuinely fate, as it allowed us to reconnect and pick up exactly where we left off. From young college grads into the women we are today, the growth and transformation I see in us makes me proud. Here we are, living out one of our dreams, and here we are, dreaming bigger and more, and ready for what’s next to come in our lives. It’s an empowering feeling.
Fast forward again to tonight. I knew the moment would have to come, when I’d have to hug you and say goodbye (aka, see you soon), and I’d pretend that I am super strong and won’t cry. Wishful thinking. I couldn’t help but try to mask my tears with nervous laughter and cracking a few dumb jokes, but in the end, my emotions trumped strength, and I couldn’t help but hug it out, cry it out, and above all, let my heart embrace everything that we’ve been through together.
Before I call it a night, I feel this urge to process these remarkable feelings of joy and absolute fulfillment. In this very moment, I am beyond thankful. Thankful for you, my dear friend. That is an understatement.
You are my sunshine, Sab!
To the wall, to the wall
Cider game strong.
We out here
Fish are friends, not food.
Floating heads or nah?
Frolicking through sunflower fields
Through our friendship, (whether you realize or not) you’ve taught me grace, shown me great strength, and exude beauty that not only brings the boys to the yard, it brings great joy to whoever you cross. It’s a blessing. You are crazy talented, with crazy potential. Your ambition will take you places, I know this for sure.
Thank you for doing my makeup for games, letting me borrow your clothes, and offering me your snacks. Thank you for being my Galentine, trying mango lassi and homemade chai with me. Thank you for visiting the UK with me, getting me hooked on cider, and making up cities that don’t exist. Thanks for harmonizing in the car with me. Thank you for being a source of encouragement and praise, and sunshine. Thanks for understanding my humor, and laughing with me. Thank you for making my Snapchat game strong.
After our quick goodbye tonight, I went home to rush upstairs to my room. I cuddle up into a ball to read the card you’d given me this morning before our Gandhi encounter. Opening the envelope, I take out the friendship necklace tucked in front of the card. My tear ducts fluke majorly, and I let it happen. It got excessive as I opened your card, enscribed with words that tug on all the heartstrings.
Gratitude and full appreciation for you, homie, one of the most wonderful humans I’ve met in my life. I am stoked to see what we can overcome together, as our friendship is such a powerful force, which I’ve learned to build into my character. Thank you.
Lesson to us all? When you find someone this special, cherish it deeply. These are called your best friends, soul sisters/brothers, your backbone in life, and inspiration to be the best version of you, because they have this magical power to make you yearn to do so.
Thank you, Wasabi. I love you dearly, and I’m so happy for our friendship and the impact you’ve made on my life. I also hope I don’t wake up with puffy eyes with the waterworks going on right now. Let’s take on the world, and be the change we wish to see in it 😉
Keep shining, as your presence and heart are a gift to this world. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. See you on the flip, bestie.
Let’s cut to the chase. So…since December, I started a low-key, passionate love affair. It’s all I can think about, I consider it my better half, and it brings out one of my best sides.
I’m ready to share this news with you guys…
HERE WE GO.
The tale of love at first site:
So at work, I met a sista from anotha mista. Her name is Francesca. After talking one night, I learned she’s a fellow globetrotter, and our conversation soon became full of oohs and ahhs and lols. We couldn’t stifle our excitement and curiosity to see the world. We decided to become FBO, and found we had a mutual friend…from Budapest. The rest of that night, we discovered just how small the world is.
The next couple of days, we joked about starting a travel blog so we could low-key gush about our travel stories. Then every day for the next several weeks, we stayed after work for hours, stayed up into the wee hours of the night, and ambushed local coffee shops, glued to our laptops. Many iced chais and coding dreams later, a baby was born and named, The Compass Chronicles. Hallelujah.
Since our launch date on the New Year, we’ve been connecting with the travel and creative community, and it’s been quite the cool experience, as we’ve met some really freakin’ rad folks out there. Fran and I also came up with a super dope milestone that I really really REALLY want to share with y’all. Trust and believe when that day comes, you’ll hear about it.
In the meantime, I hope you’ll join our adventures, laugh with (or probably at) us, and if anything, go out and do something you love and let it consume you. Compass Chronicles is something that makes me excited to wake up and create something great, it’s inspired me to reach out and put myself out there, and ultimately, makes me SO anxious to travel again. It’s my new bae.
With this lil’ project we are nurturing and tending to every day, we hope to bring really cool work, and really cool people to the table. Take a gander, if you will!
Y’ALL. It’s been one hell of a year. Looking back on this time last year, I was 21, graduated from the best university (Go Buffs!) with a double degree and certificate, and…hella lost. Then I turned 22, an age forever stamped with Taylor Swift’s lyrics, rookie status in the job market, and steeped in the societal normalcy to have it together.
Holy guac, if I could encompass what the heck happened in the past year…I would. In fact, if any wordsmith could help me out, that’d be really nice? Crazy is an understatement, having some of my best moments, counterbalanced with some of my worst moments, all occurring in this dense measure of time. I think one of the things with getting older is that there’s an expectation to morph into a more mature/stable mold of ourselves going one step deeper into adulthood and shoot, I’m not sure if I took a step back or not. The notion of growing up is exhilarating, scary as f***, and inevitable. I guess the expectation that we gain clarity of what we truly want to do and pursue as we get older is extremely overrated. If anything clarity is the opposite of what I have. I want to do everything, and that came in fruition this past year. So many things excite me, and while I’m still trying to figure things out, I’m learning so much and getting closer to being where I want to be…I think.
For my last 22 days of being 22, I thought I’d give an ode to the most challenging and best year of my life yet. The notorious chaos of “the twenties” are apparent in its vicissitudes and rewards, and the experiences in this journey have been nothing short of entertaining. Since turning 22, I’ve taken a gap year after graduation, worked about 10 jobs, revisited Europe, and have been constantly thinking about the next steps to set myself up for success at 23.
With that, I present…22 lessons I’ve learned in the year of being happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time:
I’ll release one lesson each day counting down to the big 2-3.
Lesson 1 of 22: Failure ain’t too bad.
I think the stigma that failure drags along leads to a fear of doing things wrong, which can ultimately lead us to shy away from taking a risk. We have to change the paradigm, people! Instead of failure, framing my experiences that don’t work out as a learning experience makes risking it for the biscuit more approachable. As long as you grow from it, that failure is a success. As a matter of fact, a lot of my best decisions this year stemmed from some “failures” of mine. I wouldn’t have gotten to backpack and frolic around in Europe if I hadn’t “failed” in something I had my mind and heart set on for a while. Traveling was THE thing I needed, coming in at the right time and right place. When one thing doesn’t work out, it doesn’t make me a failure. Turns out, I’m okay, and I’m glad I failed. We’re human, we make mistakes. Stepping above these circumstances make for noteworthy victories. Fail a lot, and celebrate these.
Lesson 2 of 22: Get up, dress up, show up.
Last night, I went to the Nicki Minaj concert with my little sister and some friends. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a loyal Nicki Minaj fanatic by any means, but I do jam to her songs frequently (like, tell me you don’t groove to Superbass). Well, I developed a newfound respect for her during the concert when she shared some words with the audience.
She was in her monologue, doing her thing where she pauses after phrases and the crowd goes wild. She goes, If there’s one thing I can’t stand –(pause for dramatic effect)–it’s a lazy ass b****!
I gave her a standing ovation and several fist pumps, which meant, SAME HERE, NICKI! I think that is a simple and truthful message to ripple out to her youth-infused fandom, with all the youth involved. I think the youngins’ these days could use a little pushing, so preach, Nicki!
Working hard has been an innate discipline since I was young, and nothing was ever handed to me. To this day, I believe that working hard will be rewarded in some way/shape/form. It’s an embedded habit; I get restless when I see folks sitting around, and it irks me when I sleep in. I can tolerate a lot, but laziness is a pet peeve I cannot empathize or compromise with. From experience and now in “the real world”, being proactive toward your dreams is the only way to attain them. There is no entitlement to anything unless you took the time and effort to make it yours. And PSA to complaints and excuses that stem from laziness — I don’t feel bad. Laziness, we’re not friends. We have one life to live, so let’s not waste it sitting around.
Lesson 3 of 22: Leave the phone at home.
Doing so puts me into anxiety mode. Working remotely with my jobs has me in a relationship with my iPhone, and I’m constantly engaged with it — checking emails, Tweeting/‘gramming/posting, researching…etc.
Well, a couple weeks ago, I forgot my phone. I even thought about turning around 10 miles into my commute for the thing, when I finally surrendered. But…trust, and believe — best mistake ever. I did not realize just how attuned to my phone, primed to check it and pounce at every alert, update, and notification. Part of it is conditioned with working, and part of it is that I’m just a huge evangelist of all things tech and digital. I will say that forgetting my phone at home that day was liberating, to say the least. No strings attached, and did not have an obligation to check my phone. I had lunch outside on Pearl Street, and ‘twas lovely.
I think back to my nomadic Europe adventures, when access to wifi was minimal, and recall the sweet luxury of it. I’m more aware of reality, and it totally deserves our love and attention. It’s awesome, and I encourage us to detach from our devices more often. Make a rule to not check your email during the weekends, and part ways with the glorious gadgets in the evenings or before bed. We’ll all be okay 🙂
Lesson 4 of 22: Everything happens for a reason.
Easier said than done, but trust it. Believe it.
This usually comes in fruition in the aftermath of a situation, after all my stressing and being crazy. I think I would save myself some grey hairs if I would just breathe and let things be sometimes. And as I type this, I know that I won’t, because it’s not my nature to do that, let things be. I guess with this lesson I learned in the past year, it’s a reassuring answer to a lot of the chaos.
Lesson 5 of 22: Everything happens for a reason.
Easier said than done, but trust it. Believe it.
Lesson 6 of 22: Take a day.
Waking up past eight is sleeping in for me. Laziness is a pet peeve of mine. But shoot, if I’m honest with myself, I’m not Superwoman. Just a girl trying to get it together. So with that, I’ve embraced having a day to myself. I love to read and take walks and be with myself and tune in to my surroundings without work. I’ll grab coffee to sit outside and people watch, and stay covert in the audience seats of life, rather than in the spotlight. Happy Sunday, y’all!
Lesson 7 of 22: When one door closes…
Too many times have I faced rejection this year, personally or professionally. The feeling of not getting what I intended or planned for is not a good one — I’m a huge planner! As difficult as that is to take in, . The most beautiful metaphor I want to bring to this is the night I fell in love with Vienna, Austria. My homegirls and I picked up some antipasti and wine from Naschmarkt, and bussed up to watch the sunset in Kahlenberg. We took the last bus up and ended up being late, missing the sunset. To our surprise, the moon took the spotlight, and that’s the moment I fell in love with Vienna. When a beautiful, anticipated plan doesn’t…well, go as planned, something different and beautiful in its own sense may follow. it’s not the end of the world. Chances are, some just as marvelous, if not even better, waits.
Lesson 8 of 22: Learn to say NO!
There was a point when I had eight jobs at once. As a fresh newb in the the real world upon graduating, I was desperate to be in a niche, belonging to something of utility in the job market. I applied to more than 20 jobs, researched Craigslist postings and company job boards till the wee hours of the night, altered my resume too many times to “fit” different positions, and was absolutely willing to settle for anything and anyone that would take me. Fast forward one year, and I know I can be honest and filter out what will be beneficial for me.
Lesson 9 of 22: It’ll be okay.
For the magnitude of worrying and stressing out that I do, this is probably the one lesson I constantly draw back to that gives me a little reassurance. Up until recently, I predominately worked with 30-year-olds or 3-year-olds, namely, my bosses/colleagues, and then their kids. From what my mentors and bosses are showing and telling me, thirties seem awesome: you’re established, stable with a job, and starting a family. Either professionally or personally, they have contributed vastly in helping me in any capacity they can. I guess what I’m trying to say is that these folks in their thirties (real adults who have it together), give me hope. They are some of the dopest humans I know and look up to. And I know when I get to that point, I can be cool and influence the crazy twentysomethings and be changing the world. Too far? Nah. Watch for it.
At least for me, this has made me grow. Not vertically (though I wish), but just as a gal trying to make it. I love feedback, I love corrections, and I love knowing what I can improve on. This isn’t always the easiest to accept, especially because constructive criticism doesn’t always come in a box with a pretty bow, but I’ve learned to take these and make them be little gifts to better myself. Knowing how to take criticism can make us better, smarter, cooler, and better looking*
*Not backed by science.
Lesson 12 of 22: There’s always time for coffee.
In fact, it’s my favorite type of run. It’s the elixir of life, and something my palette has a fond respect for. Add a companion for the perfect day. Never order decaf.
Lesson 13 of 22: Learn from your friends.
One of my best friends from high school is getting hitched, and this weekend was her bachelorette party. Despite the struggle this morning, I thought about the hilarious things that went down last night, and looked around the table of ladies that surrounded Jacqueline (bride-to-be). In high school, we did everything together – plan prom in Student Council, go for Starbucks after school (the cool thing to do), and even did a graduation speech at our commencement ceremony. Now that I look at her, she’s still the baby-faced, gorgeous, kind, Jacqueline I know, at the same rate, she’s grown in to this mature, smart, reliable woman. It fills me with joy to see her conquer these milestones in life as she starts a career, get married to the man of her dreams. It fills me with joy she’s a friend of mine, and I get to have this cool human in my life.
Lesson 14 of 22: Stop sweating the small stuff.
But like, seriously. Save yourself.
Lesson 15 of 22: Siblings are one of the best gifts.
I love love love being a big sis, and now that my sibs are growing up, I don’t have to be Mama Bear all the time (although I’ll always be for them). It’s fun to hang out and be best friends rather than a parent figure now that they have a mind of their own and being smart and all. I needed a quick nap yesterday, and entrusted my baby bro was my alarm clock. A simple task, yet, he complied without fail and even did his homework near where I napped so he would make sure I was up for practice. What a guy, and so thankful for moments like these.
Lesson 16 of 22: Write down ideas.
My brain goes 143mph sometimes, and on a good day, some thoughts come through that have the potential to make some serious impact. I’ll spare you the details until they become reality, but I think these spurts of brilliance deserve to be recorded. I have some random notebooks filled with crazy plans, and these etches could be the blueprint of something I pursue in the near future.
Lesson 17 of 22: Stay young.
My baby sister turns 17 today. She’s excited she’s one step closer to “adulthood”, and I can’t help but smile knowing she is. For a 17-year-old, her maturity rises among her peers, and she’s a hard-working kid. For a 17-year-old, she has the street smarts of a grown city dweller. For a 17-year-old, she…surely acts 17. Mei keeps me in the know of what’s up in the youth nowadays. She teaches me the slang all the cool kids are using, and is an honest fashion consultant, sometimes a little too honest. She is in that stage of admirable rebellion, impressionable vulnerability, and hard-headed stubbornness. My baby sister, Mei, is the youthful, spontaneous, honest reminder in my life that some things aren’t as complicated, and having this mindset is a relief to the whole growing up thing. Grateful for her.
Lesson 18 of 22: We live one of the coolest entities of the universe.
After traveling across nine countries and 15 cities this summer, my awareness of the world around me has been heightened in the best way. Foregoing my bed/closet/car to explore via backpack and hostel-hopping has taught me lessons incomparable to the classroom textbook or lecture. Travel is something very close to my heart, with having it be prodigious transformative phases in my 22 years of existence. This second Euro-trip validated the depth of my travel bug, and my goodness, is there a lot to see in this world. In total, I’ve been to 15 countries, and to think that is barely 8% of the world is mind blowing. The crazy thing about traveling for me is realizing how huge the world is, and yet, how freakishly small it is as well. This planet is so dope, and we owe it to ourselves to get to know it!
Lesson 19 of 22: Work for a startup.
Being an asset in an environment of hard work and passion is something special. With the past year under my boss, who founded her own consulting business, and I see what it takes to make dreams come true for her. That excites me. At a start up, it’s less of a hierarchy, and the idea of utilizing the strengths of every team member fosters a work place I love being at. I love having the trust with the team and Everyone tackles issues together, grows together, celebrates together. It’s awesome.
Lesson 20 of 22: Stay positive.
Pity parties are no fun, and no one is trying to show up to those.
Lesson 21 of 22: Stay hungry.
Not just for good guacamole and food trucks, but also for opportunities and meaningful experiences. Never settle and keep that thirst for knowledge!
Lesson 22 of 22: Stay foolish.
Y’all, I’m so weird. I’m so so weird. I’m crazy, I think a lot, and I have an average of 18 tabs up on my browser, which usually mirrors the brain activity going on inside my head. At one point, I had eight jobs, working all days of the week. People tell me I have too much going on, and I get it. Yes, there’s a bit of truth in that, but I’m trying to make it in this world, y’all. I’m trying to make some moves in our generation, get on a 25 Under 25 list. I don’t think that would be feasible without a little hustle and grind. I crack bad puns, I laugh at my jokes, I like to goof around. I’m impressionable, gullible, vulnerable. I’m all sorts of extremes, and shoot, that’s what makes me, me.
So with that, I bid 22 farewell. It’s been way real, and it’s been a blessing. 23 is here, and I’m ready to take what I know, learn a lot more, and tackle the heck out of this year. I have some goals I’ve set for myself personally and professionally, and I’m hoping to cross those off the list and share them with you as they come in fruition. Cheers!
When I’m not gushing over typography design and hashtags at work or in rabbit holes with Instagram travel accounts, chances are, I’m dancing. Quick background: I started dancing when I was in high school, kind of a late bloomer in the dance world. Through YouTube videos, leaping through empty grocery aisles, and using my patio deck window as a mirror to learn to dance, I developed a passion for it, and continued the sport as a collegiate dancer. After college, I went onto dancing for the NLL, MLL, and the World Ski Championships. Now, I am so excited to add one more badge to my collection!
If there is one thing I believe, it is that hard work is rewarded. It may not be right away, it may not come in the form you expected, but in the end, working hard lends itself to a desired outcome. So…several weeks ago, I tried out to be an NBA Dancer.
To be completely honest, tryouts were intense, exhausting, and physically/emotionally/mentally draining. The amount of prep time, hours dedicated, and thoughts accumulated to what felt like a week-long marathon, and my mind and body kept racing nonstop. Through the process, I have taken note of some habits that have developed and realized that these are universal lessons to be applied to everyday life.
1. Embrace discomfort.
I took extra dance classes, and consequently, was taking studio classes with young and talented kids. I had a good decade on these teengers, and they were kicking my butt with flexibility, stamina, and the way their bodies could endure any choreography and technique thrown at them. During the tryout week, small groups were analyzed, improv choreography was tested, and showmanship was primed. The whole process forced me to be outside my comfort zone, and I have realized, it’s how we grow as people. Push yourself!
2. Take care of yourself.
Our bodies set the parameters for what we can achieve, and being healthy is the best gift we can give ourselves. Our physical, mental, and emotional well-being directly correlates with how we act, think, and live. Body aside, treat yourself! For interviews and training camp, we had to dress up and do our hair. Little things like that do not go unnoticed to people, and it was fun to pamper ourselves and get dressed up. Enabling ourselves to perform at our full capacity is the least we can do to make the most out of this wonderful thing called life 🙂
3. Be kind.
This is a mantra I live by, and it’s good for the soul. A cool thing about auditions was that all the women in the group were extremely supportive and encouraging. By being kind and accepting, I built relationships and trust during the process with the ladies auditioning with me. This fostered such a reassuring environment, and now they are my teammates. Be genuine, be you. In a day’s interaction, the guy in front of you ordering coffee could be your next boss. The lady who bumped into you at the grocery store could have a vital connection to a prospective employer. Someone you smile at could be your next best friend.
4. Never stop doing what you love.
Being in a practice atmosphere, dancing with people next to me, and being able to all work towards something, lit up this feeling inside of me. A feeling I like to describe as passion. Dedicating time to do something that tugs on your heartstrings is so fulfilling. As a dancer, it’s an underappreciated art in the grand scheme of things: the label of dance being a sport, the industry itself, the low-pay…etc. Despite it all, it’s a labor of love, and to feel that so deeply is a marvelous feeling. I hope you find something you are infatuated with and stick to it, no matter how hard. This propels you!
5. Stay true to who you are and believe.
Perhaps one of the most significant takeaways. In the unique setting of the audition atmosphere, the pressure is on to impress a panel of judges more than ever. With a short and dense amount of time to showcase, it’s tempting to play up a persona and force a personality for approval in return. In the case with tryouts, I reassured myself to just “do me”. In the interview process, abiding by this allowed me to answer genuinely and with honesty. It made things so much easier, and consequently, less stressful. I was able to effectively exude who I was to the judges, which you owe to yourself. Be you!
If someone were to come up to me a decade ago, and told my awkward, lanky, naive 8th grader self that I would be an NBA Dancer one day, I would not believe it, 100%. Five years ago, when I was dancing for CU, I still would’ve thought this was an intangible dream. Fast forward to today, I still can’t stop smiling, thinking about the moment my name was called when the director announced the team.
There is something to say about fighting for something you want, and achieving goals. Reaping the benefits of hard work is an incredible feeling. I am psyched to be on the court and to live out one of my dreams this season! Go for it, dreamers!
How’ye? So the past several days in Dublin have been immaculate. I’m overwhelmed by the beauty and culture here, and already, it has led me to be at ease and challenge myself at the same time.
Off the bus from the airport, it was sensory overload. The accumulation of jet lag, hunger, and heavy bags was negligible compared to the excitement I felt. Walking down Dames St. in search of the hostel, the cobblestone alleys peeking out and historic buildings were reminiscent of why I loved Europe. The stares received on my end were hilarious, as I can only imagine what three exhausted-looking gals with huge backpacks and maps in their hands, look like in the middle of lunch time in city center of Dublin.
I was taken aback by the left-side driving, beeping crosswalks, the wide sidewalks, and the busyness of it all. There’s this refreshing jolt of anxiousness I get when I’m curious about a place, and I got this déjà vu gut feeling of the love of traveling — YES!
Fast forward a several hours, my travel buds, Liz and Veda, are sight-seeing. Liz is my analytical, highly intelligent friend, and Veda is this spunky, daring, down-to-earth girl so the three of us is powerhouse on this trip. We saw the Dublin Castle, went in a library, Bank of Ireland, took a campus tour of beautiful Trinity College, and ended the night with cold Guiness on tap. I stayed in a different hostel than them, so my night gave way to more discovery as I walked along the river and getting the bearings on a different side of town.
Our third day, we made a trip to Galeway and the Cliffs of Moher. Not sure what to say except WOW. Galeway is a quaint little festival town on the opposite side of Dublin. The Claddagh ring originated here, Christopher Columbus prayed at a church here, and this town was home to a handful of royalty. Being the most fortified city in Ireland back then, the town had this intriguing and liberating vibe of relaxed flow now. Oh, they also love JFK here. Proceeding the best seafood chowder I’ve ever had was hiking the Cliffs of Moher. Google it, and yes, they really do look like that. It’s surreal physically being there, though, I’ll say that. Mother Nature put in serious work for this.
Back to Dublin, the rest of our time here was spent exploring Grafton Street, stumbling through the little streets, going to Ireland’s oldest pubs, hitting up parks and museums, and learning Irish folk songs and enjoying live music everywhere. Drink-wise, we had Guinness by day, cappuccinos with lunch, and wine and ciders at night. Not traditional of what we’re used to, but I’m certainly not complaining. The lifestyle here was like a mental massage and gave me clarity to just how important it is to treat yourself and not be so tense and work-focused. A lesson for us all, perhaps. I mean, when you’re in a busy pub and everyone is clapping to a song about crying cockels and mussels (I don’t know, either), all your worries don’t seem that big of a deal anymore.
I love the small streets, pubs and restaurants that spill over every corner and alleyways. I love the graffiti and art on random buildings. I love the historical buildings and monuments that stand so bold, yet so nonchalant to the everyday local. I love that they say, what’s the criac? like we say hello. I love the people here. I’m such a sucker for nice people and while I thought Coloradans were nice folks, the Irish are genuinely kind, kind souls. I already know I will be back.
Ireland was the perfect start to my travels, and I’m anxious to see what’s in store! Next stop: London!
Ciao for now,
For on-the-go updates of my nomadic journey, I’m Snapping (thisisdeelife), tweeting, and Gramming!
I have 57 minutes before landing in Dublin, the first of many stops on my adventure to cure wanderlust. The past two weeks seem like a blur, being a marathon of booking flights, checking hostels, messaging Airbnb users, and ordering train tickets, all intertwined with work and dance practice. With the help of an airport margarita, I was knocked out like a baby after takeoff.
Before dosing off into a position only forgiving via window seat, I remember looking out five minutes into takeoff. Seeing the geographical quilt that my window quaintly framed, put things into perspective for a second. It was bizarre to be thousands of feet in the air going 550 mph, when it was just two hours ago that I was on solid ground, driving 65 mph to DIA. It was bizarre it was just this past weekend I danced at the last Mammoth game of the season with my teammates. It was bizarre that I am sitting here right now staring down at this view, when it was just a fortnight ago, I decided in a split second to follow through with something I’ve been wanting to do for two years now.
The green and brown squares and circles showed no visible signs of civilization, and it made me realize just how small we are in the grand scheme of things. What surrounds us every day and what occupies us that keeps us busy seems trivial from this view. I dig this. I dig the anonymity, and it brings a special kind of serenity. We are so small in this massive world, and I am so ready to see it these next six weeks.
I’ll be documenting my nomad life via Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat (thisisdeelife). You’ll meet my travel buddies, Liz and Veda, and I’ll see you when there’s wifi!