Windsor Great Park

I realized I only have 6 weeks (or maybe now it’s 5?? YIKES!) until the Rock n Roll Edinburgh Half Marathon. I haven’t even booked my hotel yet! And, after a bit of a set back due to an...

On things being different

I think the hardest thing about moving, no matter how far away you go, is trying to find a routine. At home it was simple… My weekdays consisted of work, gym, and hanging out. On the weekends it...

Suburbia

On my days in London I wake up early (normally between 5-530). I spend an hour or so getting ready/watching TV/drinking red bull/hating how early it is. I do some work. I walk to the bus stop,...

A bit of snow

I’m working on another post. One that requires much more writing than this… But, as it turns out, this PhD thing requires a lot of reading. And my audited course requires a lot of reading. And...

Instagramming around Camden

A reunion tour of Camden as seen via instagram. It will always be one of my favorite places.

The High Line.

Some photos from my trip to NYC. Otherwise referred to as: NYC’s chance at redemption. (Read about my first trip here. It was featured on Freshly Pressed.) The above shots are from a beautiful day...

On being normal (And my slight obsession with Lena Dunham)

For the past year, every time I try to write, I can’t. I sit, frustrated, staring at the blank screen. I write and erase and write and erase. The cursor blink, blink, blinking at me. Mocking me....

Someday I’ll Write About That

Alternately titled: My big move and other nonsense. This post has been a long time coming. All the plotting and planning and failing and crying. It’s official: I’m moving back to London. The last...

Smorgasburg in Williamsburg

Finally some more photos from NYC shenanigans. When Erin told me about Brooklyn she said something about ‘I have to take you there, Brianna. Your people are there.’ My people? What does that mean?...

NYC Randoms

I’ve written and erased this post almost 10 times now. Rather than torture myself with trying to write something heartfelt and meaningful I’m going to leave it as is. With pretty black and whites....

On a dream, New York City, and a little bit of fatalism

I’ve been imagining life in New York City since I was like five. Staying in a posh hotels. Walking through the Central Park on snowy winter mornings wrapped in fur coats sipping on hot chocolate. I...

NYC Instagram

The first time I spoke with a born and bred Manhattan-ite was as a freshman at Miami. It was my first week and we were making small talk in the line at the dining hall as you do when you are...

Picture Day

Obviously still more pics from London trip. Check out the chick dressed as Fiona from Shrek. People were getting a kick out of her. And after people had their picture taken with her they would tip...

The one where Paul Ryan runs a Sub-3 Marathon – Oh, just kidding.

Oh, God bless you politicians. Now normally I’m not going to comment on politics or current events. Really I’m all about pretty pictures, expat/travel life, and occasionally commenting about...

What’s born in the darkness, dies in the light

On athletic criticism

So yesterday, while watching the Olympics on Primetime I cried: Not once. Not twice. But THREE times. I mean how could I not? Between 17 year-old Missy Franklin winning gold (She’s 17!!!!!) and the...

Olympic-themed Monday

I love the Olympics. Everything EVERYTHING EVERYTHING about it. More on why later. At most: I will cry. (Like I did after the women’s road race yesterday. I was on the treadmill. Crying. In public....

London again

I know I talk and write about London… A lot. Like more than the average person. Sometimes I feel like London is my boyfriend and I’m that girl who can’t stop talking about him and everyone is all...

London: Day 1

After a stressful flight from Amsterdam via EasyJet I couldn’t be more excited to be back in London. Seriously, though. Have you ever felt more like cattle than when you fly EasyJet? At one point...

Things I learned in Amsterdam

When I left for Amsterdam, I was wildly unprepared. I had no clue where I was going, how I was going to get around or what I was going to do. Plus I was slightly terrified that I wasn’t going to be...

Living

It turns out when I’m off traveling, I’m so shit at posting. I get so distracted by meeting new people, seeing old friends and exploring random places that le blog takes a back seat. I don’t...

Packing woes

Trying to pack without overpacking is exceptionally difficult for me. I’m constantly telling myself “But what if you need that?” (Especially with the weather being as fickle and indecisive as am I...

Chicago in Black + White.

Chicago: A place where Big City meets Midwest Charm. Where the Starbucks baristas smile and people want to chat constantly. It completely threw me for a loop. I’m used to (how shall I put this...

Chicago: Obsessed

I’m crazy obsessed with Chicago. It’s the first big city I’ve fallen in love with since London. (Well, and Edinburgh. But I lump those two into the same category.) Everything just seems so fast....

Chicago

I left for Chicago so completely unprepared it was ridiculous. Which, for this anxiety girl, is so wildly out of character. After an uneventful and perfect flight, I found myself standing in...

The dog days are over

Long weekends at the beach. Sun-kissed skin. Salty hair. Nights out with friends new and old. Crying tears of laughter instead of sadness. My life has been so wonderful lately. I’ve been reminded...

St Andrews Pier

We are lucky to have pictures on days when words fail. What do you do to find motivation? Do you read? Listen to music? Click here to follow me on BlogLovin’. Or drop me a little tweet over on...

Sunset at Bay Lake Tower

Because I write about hotels on a daily basis, I find myself a bit jaded toward hotels in general. “This resort features” and “Amenities include” blah blah blah. An outdoor pool! Free Wi-Fi! A...

Solace in Snow

All these tweets and blogs about the snow in the UK has made me super jealous. It also sent me spiraling down memory lane… Last year, Snowmageddon almost got the best of me. Had my flight from...

The Piccadilly Line

Rebranding yourself can be suicidal. Changing your blog name? Just as bad. So it’s with some mixed feelings that I launch my new site. Cobblestone Streets saw me through many milestones… We had a...