Where: St. Barths
When: end of May
With: Husband and family
One thing we rarely do is take a typical beach vacation. I don’t love actually getting in the ocean (but I do like to look at it, with a cocktail in hand!). We tend to save our money by doing the beach-thing at my parents’ home in Florida, rather than buying a plane ticket and booking a hotel room somewhere else. So I’d almost forgotten just how awesome it could be… until we were invited on a family trip to St. Barth’s.
Where are you from?
This didn’t used to be such a complicated question, but I feel hesitant when I try to answer these days. Some people say where you’re “from” isn’t where you lived the longest, or live now, but where you were born, or where you went to high school. For me, most of these key points happened in different places. I was born and lived for the longest time (so far!) in California. I went to high school in Florida and still visit my parents there often. I moved to NYC for college and have been living here ever since (coming up on 9 years!). So I’ve started feeling more like a nomad, with homes and shallow-to-deeper roots in a handful of places.
That might be why one of my favorite hobbies now is traveling–and travel is something I define loosely. It can be a 2-week long honeymoon trip to Italy, or a barely 2-hour drive to a little known town in upstate New York for an overnight stay. Whatever it is, I treat it like an adventure, an escape, and opportunity to see and learn about a new place–and about myself. I love exploring AirBnb for cool abodes and finding inspiration on Pinterest or Instagram. Most of my travel destinations begin as a non-specific NEED to go to a random-seeming place and I generally have little agenda besides a restaurant or a flea market to start.
I’m hoping you’ll enjoy the ride–and share your own adventures with me, too!
OK, let’s go for it.