THE NOT SO BLONDE TRAVEL

Since I have been a little girl, I have been a night packer. Not that I was traveling to China or Alaska at age 5, I was just going to pre-school. Regardless, I was ready, like really super ready.  I would have my entire outfit ready to go, and I am talking socks and underwear too, all folded neatly in a pile. And no I don't have OCD.  Fast forward almost 25 years later, and I am a flight attendant, constantly packing and unpacking  and sure enough, my entire suitcase is packed and ready to go the night before my flight. Even if my flight is at 8 pm, and I am free all day, I pack before going to sleep. You just never know when your alarm won't work, or when the subway will break down, or when happy hour makes you really happy and you find yourself waking up at 5 pm with your head pounding. It's not a proud moment, but it happens. So why chance it? Why wait until morning to pack?  This is what happens in the morning: stuff just gets thrown into a sui...

After years of fighting off my friends, I caved and set up an Instagram profile a few weeks ago. And well let's say I am still #learningthisinstagramthing and #stilllearninghowtohashtag, and it is cool but men ... it is exhausting me! Part of me is having fun looking at other people's pictures and I think I would happily be one of those people that had zero followers and followed a million people a day.  But the whole reason behind having Instagram was to get people to discover my blog, and for them to get to my blog, I have to entice them with pictures they are going to like or heart or whatever it is called on Instagram. Sounds so creepy, doesn't?  Yet part of me is enjoying this and trying to get into it for the sake of my writing. I am just not sure I am going to be able to keep up writing on my blog since I am so busy finding the right picture, the right filter, the right hashtag etc etc ...  Anyone out there also has mixed feelings about #Insta...

If my boyfriend saw the title of this post, he would die. Ok I might be exaggerating a bit. He would only almost die. To him such a comparison is crazy because he is in love with NYC. No I didn't make a mistake, he doesn't just love NYC, he is IN love with NYC. Even when it rains and snows, and everyone else wants to be in Florida, he is happy to be in NYC. For as long as we have been together, I have never heard him complain once about NYC. Me, on the other hand, started a blog called I Hate NYC on my official first day in NYC. As much as his love for NYC had no boundaries, my hate for NYC had no limits. And then I fell in love. With him, and with NYC too. So maybe there is hope for London. Maybe I will get over the fact that most restaurant kitchen close at 9 pm. Maybe I will get over the fact that there was a two hour limit at this Iranian restaurant I went to on Saturday. Food was fantastic, but the two hour timeframe to finish dinner was quite unwelcoming. A...