Iceland has been on my travel radar for a long time now, but for some reason I found myself pushing it to the back burner again and again. In my mind, Iceland was a destination that’s more for the type of person who enjoys hiking 20 miles in the rain and then sleeping in a […]
If you meet me in real life, I am probably not the same person you know from Instagram. I don’t sound the same. I don’t talk the same way. I probably don’t even look quite the same. I never have, and I guess there’s a chance I never will.
But that’s OK with me now.
Although I’m 24 and have lived in New York for over two years now, I still have a Florida Driver’s License with a photo from 2009. I was 16 then, and my hobbies included things like writing poetry at Starbucks while waiting for my mom to come pick me up and complaining that I would die alone. I had side-swept bangs, didn’t know how to use makeup, and was 6 feet tall — as I have been since I was about 14. I didn’t like being tall. I hated it.