Aeroplane Mode on a Subway: Finding Your Personal Space

Calling myself a writer at only this stage in my life seems a little narcissistic (which I definitely am), but I do like the idea of being a storyteller. With so many distractions, a word that has become instantaneously synonymous with life, it’s hard to pick out certain stories without having a time and place to…

The American Nightmare in Houston, TX

*Note: I do not hate America or Americans. This is an opinion piece and based solely on my personal experiences. As travel avid as I am, I’ve never been a fan of the U.S. With all the Vegas glamor, the Hollywood glitz, and the Southern hospitality, it somehow never appealed to me. Alright, maybe I’m…

Breaking Up with Brazil and FALLing in Love All Over Again

Out of all the stupid things fairytales have taught us, the one that stuck with me was the idea of having only one true love in your entire existence- a single soulmate, or in Zeus’s words: your other half. Well, I’d like to call a big o’ fucking bullshit. As much as I hate to…

When Home is Not Such a Sweet Home

I remember in March, after I had come back from Honduras, all I could think about was planning my trip to Brazil. My flight back on September 8th seemed so far, so unreal. My life centered around dreaming about finally being alone and independent. And now it’s September 11th and I’ve spent 4 days wasting…

“See You Later”: A Short Love Story

I want to tell you a story. If you don’t want to believe it, don’t, but as much as it pains me to write it, it awes me every time to have this beautiful person happen to me. I felt like I was in a movie or maybe it was a cruel prank by faith….

Forget Love, Fall in Coffee

There are two types of people in this world, those who spend Friday nights bar hopping to later edit vague memories, and the won’t-admit-it-hipsters who spend Fridays cafe hopping to later edit an Instagram-worthy shot. Obviously, I’m the latter, I mean have you seen my insta? It’s actually a serious problem, I’m addicted to shots….of…

Dating My City

I’ve never had much luck with dating, but I’m only 19 and an ambitiously loud idiot so I can’t really blame the male species. Dating for me has always meant meeting someone who makes me happy, someone that entices conversations, someone who pushes my analytic boundaries. If I’m not happy, I’m not dating, I’m settling,…

A Circle Around the Toronto Islands

Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive. — Ella Maillart On Sunday, I will be running the Nike Women’s 15km in the Toronto Islands. For those of you who tolerate my gym selfies on Snapchat daily know that I have worked my ass off, literally,…