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travel everyday.

you know you work in the travel industry when:

  • it’s your job to read travel+leisure magazine.
  • your calendar contains every possible #twitterchat relevant to the industry.
  • your “next vacation” changes daily.
  • antarctica actually sounds like a fun challenge.
  • pretending you’re on vacation all the time is required of you, as you’re constantly responsible for content development.

let me remind you that i’m on day eight. yes, eight, and these are my early realizations. fantastic ones, nonetheless. and, also the realization that i thought i had a lot of passport stamps (which reminds me that i need to renew mine), when in reality i don’t have as many as i thought compared to the travel writers and bloggers out in the universe.

do you have a fave travel spot on your bucket list?

my first bus ride.

don’t let the post title fool you. i’ve ridden the bus before. in middle school. in high school. when i stayed with my mom in london. hell, i’m pretty good at public transit, managing to maneuver around paris not knowing a lick of french.

but, why oh why is it so terrifying the first time you decide “it’s best i take the bus to work.”? i’ll tell you why — because you need exact change. and who carries cash these days? well, i don’t. besides those few rogue pennies at the bottom of my purse that magically replicate.

so, as i’m waiting for the bus this morning, i keep counting my cash in my coat pocket (concealed, of course, i’m not crazy), because the partial ocd in me wanted to make sure i didn’t lose that damn quarter. and, as the bus pulled up, i religiously stared at the number on the front to make sure that it was, in fact, the bus i needed to hop on (it was).

stepping on board all proud of my public transit decision,  i dropped my $2.25. yeah, i was “that girl” holding up the bus. but i hurried off to a seat, and quickly realized i’m glad i have an earlier stop and a later one to hop off at, because boy is the number 10 a popular bus.

and, as i hopped off, a block from my office, i quietly pat myself on the back (figuratively) and carried on my merry way with arcade fire in my ears.

a new gig.

so, i started a new job yesterday. working in a pretty sweet building in downtown denver. a mere block-ish from my favorite denver-based burrito joint. not that one, this one. although, chipotle is always a good choices.

the good news is that i get to continue making things happen in digital and social. the bad news is, well, there is no bad news. sure, i have to ride the bus to work, but hey, no more buying gas. you know, because filling up once a month was a hassle to begin with.

i’m down the street from some of my favorite people who work in the area (hello lunch dates). there are a million windows in this office. i can’t even. my last office had nary a window in sight, so this is magical. and, i get to work on a mac again. can you hear the angels singing?

okay, now i’m just bragging. but, the reality is, that sometimes one door closes in life for a reason. cliche, right? i know. but it’s true. my last job was a great experience. i was able to work for a fortune 100, on the “client side,” and can now tout some pretty cool work on my resume. but, due to reasons beyond my control, i was in the market for a new job. and, while this is day two, i’m in awe of how much i know i’ll enjoy this new chapter in my life.

if you had asked me if i would be here a year ago, i would have told you otherwise, because a year ago, i had different aspirations. but things change. people change. even in less than a year. so, yes, while things are different on this 21st day of january, it’s some of the best change i could ask for.

now, if you excuse me, i need to get back to work and figure out how to ride the bus to work tomorrow.