Share on Pinterest

The rehearsal room was packed with employees sitting in rows of fold-out metal chairs. I tapped my pen against my notepad remarking to a coworker next to me that I didn't even know why I'd brought one. I am currently just a temp at work. Though I'm filling in as the digital marketing coordinator, a role I held there for nearly five years before I quit to travel, right now, I'm just a temp. "Interim." So attending a quarterly company meeting, when I knew I wouldn't still be working there a quarter from now, had little to do with me. And...

You could say that my time at World Travel Market (this big deal exhibition in London where tourism boards from every country set up big elaborate booths and travel bloggers go around trying to get free trips or "form relationships" or whatever) was a complete failure. While many of my travel blogging friends had meeting left and right and schmoozed their way into a calendar full of press trips, I walked around aimlessly, avoiding eye contact, and just wanting to curl up in a corner and cry. And then a panda bear kind of molested me. And then a guy who owns...

It was a sign. I wasn't supposed to go to Ireland. I wasn't supposed to go to TBEX - the travel blogging conference I had been holding a ticket for for months. I was supposed to turn around and stay home and stay far away from traveling to a part of the world I couldn't afford to travel to in the first place. I had reluctantly boarded the plane to Dublin, Ireland that afternoon and, when it took off, right on schedule, I thought, "this is it, I'm actually still doing this." I was actually still doing this. Half an...

I'd never been to a conference before but I'd been looking forward to TBEX (Travel Blog Exchange) for a while. I first heard about it through Twitter hashtags while it was going on 2 summers ago in Chicago. And then I didn't get my act together to go last year in New York. And so I decided to go this year, to Vancouver, to my first conference ever. So I booked my ticket and grabbed a flight to Seattle and a train to Vancouver because it was way cheaper. And luckily my flight out of O'Hare left only an hour...