Yesterday I spent five + hours traveling to and from different airports to ultimately make it to my destination in Colorado. There may have been a few meltdowns (saying goodbye is always so hard), and a few nice people who asked If I was doing ok. I drank a ginger ale to calm my stomach, and two iced coffees because I just wanted to (traveling alone calls for numerous treats). My first flight was just fine, and the second one was incredibly bumpy (I was on a teeny, tiny plane seated in the last seat in the back). There was a puppy on my second flight, and I sat next to a guy that I can only assume was narcoleptic on the first. Today I’m adjusting to a new routine and catching up on all social media accounts (and adjusting to the high altitude, oh my!).

What do you love and hate about traveling?

-Chelsea xo