Hey, this is pretty relevant…
Book your flight months out
Flights will be significantly cheaper if you book them months in advance (duh). Plus, your bank account will be so horrifically low you’ll think twice before hopping in a cab, clicking the banner ad to learn more about unlimited music on Pandora, or buying a green swizzle chair from FAB.com.
Only be an alcoholic at home
I’m not going to tell you to stop drinking all together, because seriously — you just spent your life savings on a plane ticket to Sri Lanka. You need a drink. But have you ever stopped to think how that $8 glass of wine you’re drinking came from a $9 bottle? Learn to enjoy getting inebriated at home (besides hey! My bedroom is right here!) or at least resist the urge to drop mad money on tequila shots and craft beer during a night out. Do it in the comfort…
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Expectation: Going out in new neighborhoods all the time.
Reality: Going to the same bar four nights a week because you’re 100% certain you’ll be able to hang up your jacket.
Expectation: Going to tons of Broadway shows on the cheap.
Reality: Broadway is too expensive, a friend of a friend gives you his Netflix login.
Expectation: Surrounding yourself with new and fabulous people who wear horn-rimmed glasses and go to readings.
Reality: Staying friends with the first people you met when you moved here (or co-workers) because it turns out it doesn’t matter where you live, you hate new people… especially if they’re wearing some type of quirky eye wear.
Expectation: Major career successes.
Reality: Developing long, elaborate fantasies about winning the lottery or becoming a full-time student on the train ride to work.
Expectation: Getting to be really fashionable and test your limits, because in New York you can do…
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A feel good piece. Not necessarily about traveling, but it’s about sharing the things you love.
I used to drink coffee every morning, but now I drink tea. I feel I am very much a coffee person in spirit — in the same way that I am a dog person, maybe — but I have always been drawn to tea people. They have surrounded me in life and warmed me to the more nuanced, quiet pleasures of all the different teas there are to try. My best friend loves English Breakfast, my sister loves Earl Grey, my boyfriend loves Lapsang Souchong. Now, after years of turning up my nose and pouring myself another espresso, I love all of them. (Except Earl Grey, because bergamot tickles my throat.)
There is something beautiful about learning to love through osmosis. We fall in love with people throughout our lives and, by extension, learn to love what they love. Everything that they are interested in, everything they touch, is suddenly…
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