Winter at 28

A mini-vacation that served as a necessary break from reality. Complete with a walk-in globe, a grand library, and the world's greatest French toast.

Spring at 20

Due to Delta buying out our hometown airline, my mother and I got a free roundtrip ticket to New England! The weather was not entirely kind to us, but we made due in order to explore the city's 18th century history.

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Summer at 18

The first trip I ever planned on my own (aka without the aid of my parents) was when I was 18. My best friend and I were going to go an epic graduation present vacation for ourselves. However, fate (read: 18 year old drivers) had other plans. Instead, we got one day in Boston that I mostly slept through. But at least there was a laser show set to Beatles music to make up for it all.