Little Girl, Big Trip: Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Good morning, Vietnam! Watched the first 20 minutes of that movie so the reference feels justified.

Well, friends, we’ve reached the part of my trip where I have to start re-wearing clothes and all I can think about is a salad. But have no fear, I’m in the land of Pho and I’ve never thrived more. 

This part of our trip has been the most educational. We’ve explored the Vietnam War from the other side of the world, floated down the Mekong River, and stocked up on fresh mango. From the Chu Chi Tunnels (where I got hit in the face with a live bat) to business visits with Nike and Intel, it’s been a lot to take in. Not to mention there are more scooters in this city than pictures of brunch on my camera roll. 

Passports ready? This one’s Ho Chi Minh city. 


Stuck in my head: Obsession // Vice, Jon Bellion
Snap it: Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Little Girl, Big Trip: Bangkok, Thailand

This winter break, I packed my 40-pound suitcase and hit the air. 23 hours later it’s all Pad Thai and Buddhas and I’m living an Instagrammer’s dream. Welcome to my Southeast Asia Study Abroad series: Little Girl, Big Trip. Prepare for a whole lot of munching, temple lovin’, and travel vibes.

Passports ready? This one’s Bangkok, Thailand.


Stuck in my head: Hate That You Know Me // Bleachers
Snap it: Bangkok, Thailand

The New York Theory

With great clothes comes great responsibility. And by responsibility I mean the drive to find more, buy more, & wear more. Take off trends are some of my favorite things- body suits, flare jeans, chokers, the list goes on- but finding the perfect purchase is sometimes less than ideal. Even when your heart and head are totally in it.

I have a huge crush on NYC. I mean who doesn’t love Instagram-ready murals and street style that kills. But whenever I take a trip to the Big Apple looking for a new wardrobe I end up leaving with two dozen bagels and disappointment. Until this trip…

So, here’s my New York theory: so many clothes in the city + so many expectations going into it = empty handed, so many clothes + no expectations = brand new closet.

Now here’s the key to bashing the pressure of the purchase: Before I left for NYC, I had a little pre-shop in DC, settling my consumerism fever & fear of finding nothing. Keeping the receipts & clothes at home (in case I found something better), I got onto the VaMoose with no worry of leaving empty handed. I also set my sights on finding the vegan cafe, By Chloe, instead of being hyperfocused on finding clothes. Avocado toast > A new anything. 

Now, of course, I went to shop & shop I did. And for one of the first times in a long time I found things I loved in the city I loved. Patience & planning go a loooonnng way. As does having parents that carry your bags & give your their *true* opinions on that dress.

So, let’s review & please take notes: when going to New York to make your latest fashion conquest start by expecting NOT to find that at all. Erase that idea. Bye bye, gone. Then add a little optimism, a lot of time, & a couple Ubers. & maybe, just maybe, the city will love you back. 


Stuck in my head: Circles // machineheart
Snap it: Rockafeller Center