Hey there, strangers! It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, minus these recent stories on Nice, France and Burlington, Vermont. You can find a new addition to the series, “This Wild Heart,” every Thursday. Today, though, I’m finally re-entering the blog sphere, complete with updates and upcoming projects. Hi again. Here’s what’s been happening in my neck of the woods: As of last week, I have been a New York resident for two months. It still feels like a dream to say: for a writer, it’s a vision of inspiration; and more, it’s a longtime plan come true. I moved…

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One sight of the mountains left me unraveled. From the lookout point of a college library, Lake Champlain drifts in sapphire ripples, cut with jagged white sprays of collision. Perched over the water, the Adirondacks rise like sentries. A vision of blues mimicking sky and sea, a cadence of peaks layered on top of one another that ribbon along the horizon. Interrupted only by pompadour domes decorating the tops of the campus buildings, the view is endless. And after my first look, I was hypnotized. Whatever the reason for returning, with every visit to Burlington, Vermont I’m caught in a…

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“Un macaron… vanille et fraise, s’il vous plaît.” After finally putting my high school lessons to use, I concluded my French was good, not great, and I tried to funnel my request for the vendor alone to hear me. She, engulfed by the shade of her stand’s red and white striped awning, smiled warmly, nodded, and placed the white and pink pastries into a brown glassine bag. My best friend and I were perusing the Marche aux Fleurs Cours Saleya in Nice, France, bending on the shoulder of the Mediterranean. The open-air market abounded with bright tents, a dazzling but…

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The day that Moulin Rouge announced its pre-Broadway world premiere, my sister Kaylee and I kept steadfast eyes on the calendar for its ticket release.  Skip six months to the moment the curtain fell on the show for the Saturday matinee’s final time, when I turned to Kaylee and said, “So, we’re seeing this again when it hits Broadway, right?” If I were still living in Boston, I would have gone home that night and bought another round/tried our luck at the lottery  every day for the next three weeks. My takeaway? I want to live in that glorious bohemian fantasy…

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Traveling with friends is so fulfilling. I appreciate my solo travel time, because it’s nice to not have to abide by anyone’s agenda, and I’m instantly reflective of my experiences. But to travel with friends, a close sibling, or a significant other creates memories you can actually enjoy with someone else. Having a friend to share minor disasters, mind-blowing sights, and mega-fun activities with will mean a lot to both of you. Between studying abroad and travels with my sister and one of my closest friends, I have a film reel of moments that plays on a loop (even unconsciously) in…

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It only takes a new setting to send those creative juices into a tizzy. I know my imagination kicks into full gear when I’m traveling, and my brain buzzes endlessly. For those of us whose souls live and breathe artistry, travel is air. It sets us up immediately to run into inspiration, and begs to be a piece of the puzzle. Most times, I’ve learned, it’s the missing piece. And the grand “Aha!” moment when you find it coats the world in gold. If you’re ever in a writing rut, do this: travel. As a creative writer, characters and stories manifest…

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Burlington, Vermont is kind of a passionate love story of mine. It began two and a half years ago, when a girl studied abroad with an amazing group of people from Champlain College and, at the end of the semester, had to sever herself from them as she returned to school in Boston. I swore up and down while we were away that I would visit campus at some point. I wanted to see my friends and I wanted to see for myself the city everyone buzzed about. Four months after we all parted ways, I seized the opportunity to board a…

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When in Rome, I really try to do as the Romans do. One of the biggest hurdles I face while traveling is not knowing the local landscape. My parents have always taken this sentiment to heart, annual summer vacations to the White Mountains of New Hampshire steeped with our longtime traditions. Anywhere else we’ve gone generally sees us wandering until something appears. As I’ve begun traveling separately, I’ve tried to maintain this, and sometimes try to be more proactive. Because, as we all know, it can be easy to lose sight given a number of variables. We all do it: read…

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The seaside town of Howth lies approximately 29 minutes east of Dublin. It’s been a trip two and a half years in the making, and the end result was worth the wait. No matter how much the city of Dublin captures my heart and undivided attention, I need breaks from urbanity. Ireland is renowned for its spectacular coastal villages, and Howth is no exception. It is a haven of a peninsula, a collection of centuries-old nobility and ruins, endless views of the water, and the best fish and chips you may ever have. We boarded the DART train from the…

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The water has always been a close friend, and swimming my summertime joie de vivre. I am an urban gal at the core, but nothing brings me happiness quite like the ocean blue. My family and I, all probably made up 90% of water, tried our hand at the paddle with City Kayaking in Dublin, a 2-hour kayaking round trip on the River Liffey. Congregating at the company’s small trailer near the Samuel Beckett bridge, guests are provided a group locker for storage, a vest, an oar, and, in cooler temperatures or on rainy days, a waterproof jacket and pants.…

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I fell in love with Krakow at first sight. It was after 10pm when we were dropped off at our AirBnb, just outside of the Old Town, and the cobblestoned street shimmered with rain, the dimmed glare of store windows, and the town beckoning night on. Krakow was enchanting, and didn’t try to hide it. Even a drive through Krakow’s outskirts was remarkable, the road dotted with Austrian-style houses between flourishes of forest. Krakow is the most beautiful city I’ve ever visited, and overall one of my favorites. It was comfortable, expressive, and delicious. It wove its poetry around me,…

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