November 11, 2013
I’ve been Melbourne-bound a lot lately, jetting here and there for different classes (the perks of staff travel!) but normally these are day trips. This past trip was an overnighter and I realised it had been ages since I’d gone away by myself. Granted I didn't have much time to relax but there was something really fun about having an adventure all to myself – yes, traveling with the man is always more fun, but I’m big believer in being able to comfortably be by yourself. I ended up staying in a cheap and cheerful motel that had seen better days but strangely reminded me of being in New York and despite the peeling wallpaper and tiny room, I loved having my little escape where I slept in, read magazines, drank instant coffee in bed, walk around the neighborhood and just enjoyed the silence - and the pink sink in the bathroom.