My trip to Chicago was originally for a work conference, but I stayed the weekend at an AirBnB to really check out all the windy city had to offer. I was not disappointed. The lovely Veronica flew out to meet me and we took on the city like true tourists: we went to the beach, biked miles through the city, visited the Art Institute, visited Millennium Park, sat in on an open mic in Wicker Park, went shopping, went to an outdoor Farmer’s Market, enjoyed the view from our AirBnB’s rooftop and ate so, so much great food and drank so much delicious coffee.
Earlier this month, Henry and I packed up our car and drove ten hours south to our vacation destination: Asheville, North Carolina. This trip was low maintenance and relaxed in every sense. Our AirBnB mountain home was right by a stream and every day, we went hiking up mountains, swimming in rivers and gawking at waterfalls. The people were chill and friendly. The weather was perfect. Most importantly, there were some really good eats; from great coffee shops with homemade bagels to vegetarian hotspots and a mix of southern comfort food, we definitely ate well.
This story begins with a girl who wouldn’t leave the house without makeup on. That girl, I’m ashamed to admit, was me. From the ages of about fifteen through twenty-two, I had a complex about my bare face. Even if I overslept and had zero time to get ready in the morning, I would choose to spare the two minutes it took to apply eyeliner and mascara over doing something essential like eating breakfast. The simple effort of defining my eyes made me feel human before stepping outside and facing the day.
I’m proud to say that since then, a lot has changed. Working forty hours a week really makes you consider what’s actually worth waking up fifteen minutes early. Slowly but surely, makeup dropped to the bottom of that list.