When I think of leaving for Remote Year, I imagine my seemingly ideal life in New York, with all of those bells-and-whistles and Instagram filters, and I watch in slow motion, as I throw a grenade directly into the center. The flames burst instantly. The...
Of all the years I’ve ever had, 2018 was the best. It started in Thailand, releasing a lantern into the sky in Chiang Mai, dancing into the night with my travel family. And it will end with those same amazing people at a home we rented...
The wheels touched down, and I unconsciously exhaled as I always do when I’m finally on the ground. Headphones still on—giving a slight side-eye to those passengers who immediately start to rise—I flipped airplane mode off and waited for the rush. Facebook notifications, WhatsApp and...
30. 30. 30. The number dangled in the air from the moment I turned 29 at midnight on September 16, 2017. I cupped my hand around my iPhone, while on a conference call with my New Yorkers, at some smoky bar in Vienna, hearing a string of WhatsApp...
Truth be told, I didn't see as much of Bogota as I would have liked. Between two trips to Cartagena—one on a floating hostel with Yugens and another to celebrate my best friend's 30th—spraining my ankle while hiking, renting another home in the country to celebrate...
I've told this story 100 times, but here it goes again: when I first wanted to be a writer at the age of 5, I was given a recorder. When I wanted to write for the local newspaper at 15, my mom helped me build...
Five weeks in, we nearly had everyone’s name memorized. And the ones we couldn’t put our finger on, we coyly awaited for an opportunity to listen—What was her name again? How do you pronounce Jiexi? And Daire?—trying our best to collect context clues, in between...
As I write this article, I’m sitting at a coworking space in Bogota, Colombia. I’m happily perched with my MacBook on my lap, subtly swaying on an oversized swing, listening to Spanish, German and English clamor around me. This is my office today. And a...
I've been interviewing Dr. Jane Greer for years—primarily about love and dating stories as they've filtered through my assignments. She's always full of candid, relatable advice, and quick to respond to emails—which is basically a busy journalist's dream. After years of working together, I'm honored—and excited!—she...
Eight years ago, I started a little blog with a pivotal first post titled, ‘My Name is Lindsay, and I’m a Love Addict.’ At the time, I was a 22-year-old with lofty dreams and a rather singular view of the world. I had the hopes of...