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.

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.


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