If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know that my recent trip to New Zealand was Ahhhhh-MAZING. I spent nearly three weeks between the North and South Islands and covered a lot of ground. First an 8-day road trip on the South Island, hitting landmarks like Milford Sound, Queenstown, Aokari/ Mount Cook National Park, and Christchurch. I spent four days in Auckland, hanging with old friends, making new ones, and running a 10k for the World Airline Road Race. After that,

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would jump off a bridge with an elastic rope tied to my ankles. Not only was I uninterested in bungy jumping, I have been a hard “F*ck No” on the subject. I guess this is one more example of “never say never”, because on my recent trip to New Zealand, I did the unthinkable and leapt, face first, from a 140-foot bridge. Spoiler alert: I survived, and now I’m here to tell you all about my experience bungy jumping in New Zealand. Weeee!

Forget your notions of jetsetting and excitement, adventure and exploration, today we are talking about the real fight attendant life. Far from the glitz of the short shorts and smoking-in-the-air era, and worlds away from the drama of scripted aviation-themed TV, the truth of the matter is that flight attendant life, a lot of the time, is pretty mundane. Boring, even. And I mean that in the best way possible. If you’ve ever wondered what flight attendant life is really like, you’ve come to the right place. I’m giving you an inside peak into 48 hours in my life as a flight attendant

I’m the luckiest girl alive. Earlier this month my mom, niece, and nephew packed up their bags and flew across the country to visit me in San Diego. It was four days full of food, fun, and plenty of sunshine, and I’ve been missing them ever since. I’m settling into my new city, in these short four months it has already come to feel like home. But having your people—your home people—in your new space is a whole other level. I’m left with the coziest feelings, a boatload of gratitude, and the hope that they’ll come back again soon. Here’s how we spent a family-friendly four days in San Diego, and why, in my opinion, teenagers are the coolest.

I know you think Pride is long over, and for most people it is. But in San Diego, where Pride is in July, Pride Month has just wrapped up. Today’s post is all about San Diego Pride, the bulk of which fell on Pride Weekend, July 20-22 this year. It’s about the events I attended and how the blazing San Diego sun almost ruined me. It is about making friends and fostering relationships