***SPOILER ALERT: It’s really freakin’ hard!***
It’s been seven months since I picked up my life and moved to another state…alone! And while I don’t regret my decision one single ounce, there’s a part of me that wishes things were a little different. Creating a new network, making new friends and putting down roots in a brand new place as a 30-something adult is hard! Though not surprising… as most of you know, I did it 10 years ago when I moved to Boston, but that was different. My network back in New York wasn’t as great back then because I had recently come out of college, and my priorities then were different, too. Now – 10+ years later doing it all again…man.
Hi. It’s me. If you could see me right now, you’d see that my head is down and shame is written all over my face. 🙈 I moved out of Boston and you haven’t heard from me since. First, I’M SORRY! Second, update: I’m alive! And well. 😄 Very well in fact.
Two weeks ago, I celebrated my nine year anniversary of living in Boston. Each year I celebrated that as an accomplishment because I moved from a small town, on my own, with no financial help. Plenty of emotional support along the way though – (thanks, Mom!), but since then – I’ve pretty much been on my own.
Boston is one of the most picturesque cities in the United States. It’s charming, quaint, clean and has stories woven throughout from the historical events that have taken place here. It’s no wonder that it’s consistently rated one of the top cities in America to visit by Travel & Leisure.
My trip to Aruba this past summer was nothing short of incredible. If you missed it, check out my experience at Flamingo Beach – the photos alone are worth the click!
So, instead of writing a bunch of text explaining my trip, I thought a photo essay would be most appropriate given that at every turn Aruba was just stunning. Talk about photo opps! 😍 So, take a peak at my trip below – from behind the lens! 📷 Enjoy!