#67: Live In A Stanford Grad Dorm.
After finding out that living with a co-worker NEVER works out (Pro-tip: don’t live with people you work with.), I wheeled and dealed like a Las Vegas casino man to find my next place to call home. Where did I up at? A Grad Dorm. With no luck searching in San Francisco, I randomly replied to an apartment ad in a Stanford graduate dorm in Palo Alto. The ad was clearly meant for a guy, but I thought what the hell,…
#56: Meet A Stranger On A Plane, Leave With A Friend.
This past Sunday’s 11-hour, two-stop-layover plane ride was a testament to my growing travel resilience and a simple undeniable fact: The world is really a lot smaller than you think it is. On the plane from Washington, DC to Burlingame, CA, I ended up sitting next to an unassuming, future friend. At first, she was a random stranger, whom I shared an uncomfortable arm rest and SkyMall magazine with. At mid-conversation, I was enamored with her story. At…
#50: Scope Out Every SF Hood.
Before you call one “home.” If you don’t, you’re either really lucky. Orrrr you’re really screwed. Take it from this fresh-from-DC transplant who thought she could escape apartment hunting insanity by researching “ahead of time” and relying on craigslist. Wrong. Oh, so wrong, so very wrong. It’s as true as people tell you. The neighborhoods define you. And you are defined by the neighborhoods. My first visit to the micro-hoods on day #3 were a testament to…
#48: Zombie Coffee @ The Zombie Runner.
At first, I was salty at trying new coffee spots in Palo Alto. But after walking by and venturing inside this DIVE coffee bar –– located behind a curtain in the back of a sports running store on quiet street in Palo Alto, CA –– I was hooked on the OTBT places. Being a first timer, I had to try their signature brew: The Zombie Runner. A confluence of freshly ground dark roast beans with a shot of espresso, vanilla powder…
#41: Visit The Donut Heaven… On Earth.
Northside Social, an old restored painted red farmhouse-turned quaint coffee shop from the early 1900s located in Arlington, VA. Where –– if you’re lucky enough to find parking AND a seat at the Italian-style tables –– you can nosh on a heavenly donut. Hmmm… just like Homer.