Traveling Solo Freaks Me Out But I Still Do It
During a semester abroad in Italy, I went on my first solo trip. I planned a five-day stay in Copenhagen but, only after 48 hours there, I was sobbing on my hostel bed. I called my mom and told her how miserable I was. Feeling consumed by loneliness, I cut my trip short and booked…
The Gym Isn’t My Happy Place Anymore
Two years ago, I was at the gym five days a week. It was my playground. I could unleash my energy and run around like a happy-go-lucky border collie at the dog park. It was where I wanted to be but the gym isn’t my happy place anymore.