#CaddyTrippin up Highway 1
I wasn’t going to write this blog post. Well, I was going to write it, but not the way it’s now written. I’m not one to be incentivized to write product reviews.
I wasn’t going to write this blog post. Well, I was going to write it, but not the way it’s now written. I’m not one to be incentivized to write product reviews.
I went to a very large high school in Colorado. There were about 4,000 students total and just shy of 1,000 in my graduating class. Needless to say, I certainly didn’t know everyone. Post high school, I chose to go to the University of Colorado in Boulder.
2012, was a year of movement. It was a year of exploration and realization. Last year was a year of pushing boundaries, testing limits, trying and failing and flailing and resurfacing stronger than before.
Every year I fly to Arizona to spend either Christmas or New Years with my grandparents. They live in a little town called Carefree, just north of Scottsdale. Carefree is just as it sounds — a sleepy town littered with cacti and adobe houses. They’ve lived in Arizona for as long as I can remember.
I’m currently on day seven of being in Las Vegas. Generally, I hit my “Vegas Max” at four days. Alas, I’m still here.
And I’m exhausted.
Last week I had dinner with a bunch of strangers. And it was awesome.
It’s a serendipitous story, really.
The boyfriend and I have decided to move in together.
Sometimes I can’t believe I have a job that allows me to travel abroad. I love traveling and soaking in new and different cultures.