From Michigan to Ohio and on to Pennsylvania, our Midwest baseball tour reached its final city in Pittsburgh. We stayed in a very cute old airbnb in an industrial part of The Strip. Spotted on the street nearby, in Chinese: can’t return to the past, can’t see the future. We swung by the City of…
My mom has always wanted to visit architect Frank Lloyd Wright’s most famous house, Fallingwater. It’s nestled in the woods of western Pennsylvania and built right alongside some waterfalls, and it’s the perfect iconic example of Wright’s “organic architecture” approach. When my mom mentioned this to me in September, I thought about it for a…
It already seems so distant, that feeling of jetting day to day. Over the course of sixty days I flew across the country, traveling for work and (mostly) for fun. For the first thirty days, I had a JetBlue All You Can Jet pass, which allowed me to fly as much as I wanted, wherever…
Amanda grabbed the top handle and I grabbed the side handle as we walked up the staircase, my suitcase dangling diagonally between us. Awaiting us at the top of the stairs was her very adorable, very cozy house. Inside, a mix of old and new. Shelves of medical books and rows of old records. I…