Taking one of the possibly most misguided pieces of advice from my 27 years of existence, I created an online dating profile. This was spurred in part because everyone seems to be doing it (I love a good bandwagon hopping) and partly because my roommate is convincing.
Here’s my rundown:
Sites joined: OKCupid & Tinder
Duration of experiment: 3 months
When making this decision, I grossly overlooked one very important factor - my horrid personality and my tendency to make things public. Without further ado, I give you a list of the strangest messages I’ve received / exchanges that I’ve had. Continue reading
Being sick when you live alone sucks. In fact, it’s on my list of things to know before you move abroad. I blame 3 years of going through a week-long cold on my own that I turn into a huge baby when I get sick. Living in Japan taught me to make ginger + lemon + honey tea as soon as I felt the least bit ill. Even more, I learned the proper way to peel ginger from watching the infamous Japanese variety shows - with a spoon! Even more, I learned the coolest trick using those ginger peels. Below is a list of 3 ways to use common leftovers… Continue reading
I’m completely and totally in love with my city. Whenever I’m driving on one of the multiple bridges leading into the city and see the skyline or even see the Spaceneedle and the Puget Sound on my walk to work, I become absolutely giddy.
For the first time since I can remember, I am completely head-over-heels about a place I live, with no expiration date. It’s weird and I’m still getting used to the thought of it myself. What I’m not getting used to? The skyline (both during the day and at night), the sunsets, walking around and really taking in the scenery. Though the core of these sights I’ve been familiar with for over 20 years, something’s different this time - perhaps my travel-colored glasses. Continue reading
If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m not the perfect traveler, and even less of a perfect travel blogger. I struggle to readjust every time I make a move, and this move back to my hometown of Seattle was probably the hardest. Both because of circumstances and finding that through travel, I’d become a completely different person, though I was in a familiar setting. Worst of all, there was one looming question - how am I going to keep myself relevant in the travel blog-o-sphere? I finally came upon the answer (which isn’t even the same answer that I had when I first drafted this) - I’m not. I’m no longer going to pressure myself to keep up this travel blog. Because we all saw that happened (read: nothing) when I tried.
Does this mean that I’m going to stop blogging? Not at all. I miss the creative outlet and the community. However, I will no longer label Kizzling Around as a travel blog - another reason I’m glad I didn’t cave and rename it something more generically travel-oriented. I don’t know what it’s going to be yet, and I’m okay with that.
Of course, I’ll still be donning my travel-colored glasses. I truly believe that travel is less of an action and more a state of mind. It’s getting a high from exploration, from trying something new, from having your eyes opened to new worlds.
All who wander are not lost. Those who stay put can still be explorers.
I’d love for you to continue this journey with me. If you’re looking for purely travel-related content, let me defer you to one of these blogs.
So as most of you have picked up, I’m in Seattle, coming full-circle from when I embarked on my travel journey 4 years ago. It is truly surprising to see how much I’ve changed in perspective and mind since I first boarded that flight to Nicaragua. When I came back (and picked myself back up), blaring at me was that growing up in the area, I’d completely taken Seattle’s beauty for granted.… and other things that I’ll list down below because basic b*tches love lists.
They say that when you have writer’s block, simply write about what you know. Well this, I know well.
Do you want to maintain a readership of 10 (on a good day) and not make money off of your blog? Then look no further!
How to start an unsuccessful travel blog 101
Like most of my personal traditions, I didn’t start this one intentionally. I’d just so happened to have made it to two breweries in England each of the times that I’d been. I actually realized that it was a tradition of sorts for me on my most recent trip when I was bit disappointed when I realized that I might not make it to one. Lucky for me, When I messaged a friend to see what time we were going to meet up, he replied that he was free after visiting his friend’s brewery. What. I replied right away and begged him to take me. And that’s how I ended up at Brew By No. Continue reading
Hey guess what? I get really anxious when I travel. There. I said it. Yes, I’ve traveled a bit. And anxiety still gets the best of me every time.
Here’s a sadly accurate conversation that I have with myself in my head prior to most flights:
Wow. Booked. Did I even book it for the right day?
What if it’s the right day but the wrong year?
Can you even book things a year out?
I think it’s 9 months max so I’m okay. Continue reading
After living in NYC and now in Seattle, there’s no way I could escape becoming a bit hipster. If you follow me on instagram, you know that I love a good kale smoothie. For those of you who are skeptical about kale, try this smoothie. It will change your life. Or at least how you feel about kale. I especially love a good smoothie when it gets warmer so this has been a total go-to for me these past few weeks. Continue reading
I haven’t yet been fortunately enough to visit Sri Lanka myself, so I asked the lovely Yoshini of yoshinigcreative to share some of her favorite memories with us.
What’s your favorite memory associated with a place?
I used to go to the beautiful Yala National Park, down in the south when I was younger. We would road trip there with our extended family — with our caravan of cars, I remember it being an adventure just to get there! Once we were there, we’d rent bungalows and go on a Jeep safari tour with a guide, or just play in the ocean. At night my cousins and I—we were probably about 7-13 years old—would take flashlights and go into the jungle to look for snakes. Looking back on it now, it probably wasn’t the safest thing to do, but we loved it. Continue reading