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    Aloha! -From Hawaii

    Black Sands Beach in Waipio Valley, Hawaii It’s been a minute since I have written about my adventures. Mostly because I have been pitching a few adventures to publications, but coming soon you will hear all about my explorations in Croatia, Portland, The Middle of Nowhere Pennsylvania, a secret restaurant I found in New York, Vancouver and Whistler, and a few more surprises. Anyways, as I am sitting here on the lanai on the beautiful Big Island of Hawaii, I am in awe of the turquoise waters and blanket of palms that interrupt my view of the horizon (not mad about it). It’s been a while since I have had…

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    Adulting In Las Vegas

    My first trip to Las Vegas was a most memorable experience. I was freshly 21, ready to go, ID in hand, and my drink of choice on my mind. Like most 20 turning 21-year-olds, the thought of drinking legally–going up to a bar and ordering a proper drink from a bartender–seemed like winning the gold. I went with three of my girlfriends, all who were a couple of years older than me, and from the moment we drove up to The Strip everything changed. The lights, the desert air, the oxygen and smoked filled casinos, the ding-ding-dings that strum through your ears as you mosey through the glitter filled walkways;…

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    San Francisco Stereotypes.

    You Know You Live In San Francisco When… You Hear Everyone Saying “Hella.” It’s a Northern California thing for sure, and moving to Southern California, these beach people are not diggin’ it. You Don’t Notice Homeless People Anymore. Walk down the financial district anytime of day and there is bound to be a homeless person sleeping, eating or preaching while on a cocktail of drugs. I always give the one’s money, who hold honest signs like, “Need Money For Marijuana”- Hey, at least, they can spell. Taking The Bus Is No Longer An Issue. When you are in a city that is 7 miles by 7 miles where driving anywhere…

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    10 Things I Learned When I Moved To Los Angeles

      **Note: I am a full blown California Girl from it’s Northern counter part (think San Francisco) where hippies are still a thing and everybody wants to be your friend- aka dreamland** L.A. is its own world. It’s an environment full of perfectly altered individuals, streets filled with cars and the only “big city” where you have to call a cab instead of hailing one.  There is such thing as L.A. style, also known as being a “hipster” and having green juice or a nonfat soy latte that is perfectly drinkable at 140 degrees with no foam (because it’ll make you bloat) is perfectly normal.  It’s a place where all artists…