A common question people ask me is, “When do you sleep?” The answer? At night, duh. The reason they ask, though, is because week after week I’m bombarding some (or all) social media platforms with pictures at different events I’m attending. Could be a case of F.O.M.O. (fear of missing out), but I really believe it’s because of the different things I learn and the creative opportunities that present themselves from simply being there. Plus, I’m not sure of a better way to find people that are passionate or even interested in similar things than some of these gatherings.
When you were in school, how many times did you find yourself saying, “Oh man, I can’t wait to read books that I want to read when I want to read them.”? If you’re normal, probably not a lot. (Just kidding) But if you’re like me, learning doesn’t always have to be dry or painful and it got really interesting after college. Nerd Nite’s help blend social atmosphere’s with a wide-variety of entertaining and educational topics. So, it’s basically like that one time you met up at the bar pretending to study with your group, but ended up talking about the latest episode of “Game of Thrones” instead.
One of my favorite things about being half Colombian is the family get-togethers. My Mom is one of nine children — five boys, four girls. With over five generations of cousins and the 102-year-old woman who started it all, there is always something to celebrate and some solid Colombian dishes to devour.
If I had to describe Austin in one word, it would be “alive.” No matter what time of the day or day of the week, it seems like there is so much activity going on — people running, paddle boarding, riding bikes, walking dogs, chatting over coffee, live music every night. The energy is there and everyone knows it.
I’m old enough to remember the days when going to pick up someone from the airport consisted of putting your face up against the window at their gate or watching them walk off the plane and into your arms.
Now, people do laps around the airport like it’s the Daytona 500, if they’re not parking to scoop you up at baggage claim. And you’re trying to pack as much as you can on your carry-on to avoid extra fees.
In the summer of 2010, I moved to New York City for an advertising internship. It is the same summer that I got my butt handed to me — partially due to the internship, but also thanks to two online classes I was taking because I was set on graduating by the following fall semester. Read more…
What do four girls, three dogs under ten pounds, and Florida’s Little Big Econ State Forest have all in common?
Not a whole lot minus the fact that there was a good time had by all hiking said trail — dogs included.
I have a video to prove it: Read more…
Mountains are my second favorite place to be right after beaches — which is why I love Los Angeles because both are very accessible and some are so close to each other you can hit both in one day.
It has been seven months since my last plane ride. Seven. This about two months over my limit. I start to develop what I call “airplane separation anxiety.” My head gets fuzzy and I start daydreaming of all the places I’ve been, friends I haven’t seen, and beaches I’d like to pass out on. I understand why people are so afraid of flying, but I get this pure rush of excitement each time I simply check into my flight — which is just before the rush of disdain I feel towards the TSA… but that’s another story. Read more…