for the culturally curious
Seven Day Weekender
Welcome to Seven Day Weekender!
As a native West Coaster who relocated to the East Coast for 5 years and recently returned to her roots, SDW is shifting to focus more on adventure travel. This is your home to find memorable experiences, thought provoking imagery and at its heart all things travel! These are the moments I dream about, before I experience them, and long after I'm home.
It's easy when moving to a new place to forget who you are. You get caught up in the lifestyle of your current location and start to make other things a priority, over the activities that used to truly make you happy.
Before moving to New York it was common for me to meet up with friends on the weekend to hike in LA, or drive down to Orange County to get lost in the beach and the hills in Laguna Canyon. Then I relocated to The Big Apple. Yes, in 2013 moving to New York was the dream. But that dream was only lasted for a couple of years. I spent hours upon hours in the grind of the competitive corporate world of New York, and the only way to let loose was to meet up with friends for happy hour or for boozy (and I mean BOOZY) brunch on the weekend. It was stressful. It was expensive. In the long run it never satisfied me, and before I knew it I resented being in New York. The problem was I never took the leap. I just waited around making excuses....I'll wait until I get a different job somewhere else. I'll wait until I get a job I actually like and then I'll save enough money to move. Or the most common reason...I don't know where to move after being in New York.
The thing is, my leap didn't happen by choice. In the Fall of 2017 I was laid off from my job in a series of layoffs happening throughout the company. A job I had (pardon my french) worked my ass off at — coming in early, staying up late, doing the job of two people more than I should have and never feeling like I was heard. Sure it was a blessing in disguise that I got laid off, but the path afterwards has been a long and hard one.
It's been almost a year since I was laid off, and I don't think anyone has worked harder, applied for more jobs, or sent more networking messages. The reality of the situation is after being laid off almost a year ago I am still unemployed and I am still working my butt off to figure out what to do next.
The one thing that has remained constant is my love of exploring, my love of photography and my love of content creation. I definitely don't have everything figure out, and many times I am scared as heck at the stress of the unknown. But throughout this journey in the unknown a couple of people have come back into my life in a more prevalent way and it's because of them that I have started to remember who I was before my stint on the East Coast — and above all what is important to me.
It's been through my recent outdoor adventures that I begin to feel little pieces of who I truly am coming back to me. When I'm wandering down a path into a moss covered forest, when I'm swimming in a lake, when I'm pulling myself up a rope on steep a lookout point, when I look into the distance and see a mountain pass by me...these are the moments when life's stress and distractions disappear. I don't get this feeling when I'm walking around crowded cities looking at tourist traps. And this is where I'm happy.
I want to be happy. I want to look back on my journey and smile. I want these moments to be shared with all of you.
There are many quotes I have read that have resonated with me throughout this past year, but none a great as this one by the actor Hugh Laurie:
"It's a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you're ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any."