Last weekend I was originally going to drive up to Vermont (6+ hour drive from Philadelphia) to cross off the final state of my 30 before 30 goal. However in listening to my body, I realized what I really needed to do was to rest and to stay more local. I had a really difficult… Continue reading Dalton Farms, NJ: Look to the Sun
Category: Weekend Trips
Bethany Beach, DE: R+R+R
Road, read, rest. Those three Rs are exactly what I did this weekend and exactly what I needed. I was on the road (about 2.5 hours each way to the beach)...I read when I got to the beach...and I rested, really rested after a busy week at the hospital. Speaking of the hospital, I do… Continue reading Bethany Beach, DE: R+R+R
Sea Isle City, NJ: Beach day
If there is one place on the East Coast that can remind me of the West Coast it is at the beach. 'Twas a very successful day trip!
Rapid City, SD: Rushmore & More
If there is one thing I love, it is a good road trip. Despite the fact that I drove 1500+ miles from California to North Dakota and I will be driving about the same to Philadelphia in just a couple of weeks, I absolutely love the journey (just as much as the destination). During my first month here in Bismarck I was still getting to know people and trying to find a tribe who I could get together with on weekends. SO. On a random Saturday in April I woke up and randomly decided to take a road trip to South Dakota to see Mount Rushmore!
Minneapolis, MN: Girl’s weekend
Minneapolis is such a beautiful city. I am glad I was able to explore it with new friends. There is so much diversity, love for justice, great food, great things to see, and lots of gorgeous sights (such as parks). It reminded me of Sacramento in many ways. I am grateful for the taste of home, even if I am thousands of miles away.
Minneapolis, MN: Be a Beginner
I don't know about you, but I have struggled with beginnings about as much as I struggle with endings (which is A LOT by the way). It is hard to admit when I am a beginner at something. I know a huge part of that is my own privilege as a white, educated, middle-class woman. Book education is important, but not as important as real-life education. I have never had the real-life experience of being a black woman or black man. I have only ever known a life of privilege. I can read what that means in a book, but it does not mean I truly know what it means. At first I struggled with it too. I had thoughts in my head about how I have my degree in Social work and that it means I recognize my privilege. Again though, it is one thing to know it - it is another to feel the repercussions of someone else's privilege affecting my own life.