Last week, I visited Spain for the first time. I was fortunate enough to be selected as a volunteer for WordCamp Europe – which, as a side note, was one of the best WordCamps I’ve been to. It was so well-organized with a group of fantastic speakers and the overall atmosphere was just awesome. I wish I had some reason in my life to sit in a room like that all day and listen to everyone communicating in such a wide variety of languages, to the extent that most folks seemed to forget which language they should be speaking. Europe, you’re a very special place and I adore you.
When I graduated from college, I had three cities in mind as to where I wanted to move: Portland, OR; Bloomington, IN; and Washington, DC. That list probably tells you a lot more about me than I care to admit. In the end, I chose to move to DC.
Last weekend, I took a very brief, albeit appreciated, trip to St. Louis, MO. It was my first time there and we were visiting for a wedding, which turned out to be one of the loveliest that I’ve been to. On Friday, I had some time to myself and got a chance to walk around downtown. After grabbing lunch and spending some time reading, I walked around the parks on Market Street. It was a gorgeous day out, so I walked right through the sculpture garden straight to the Gateway Arch. That was the one big thing I had to make sure I saw before leaving St. Louis, so I wanted to visit as soon as I could.
Last week, I went to New Orleans, LA with part of the WordPress.com Store team to work on some projects in person. It was an extremely productive trip full of great discussions and, more importantly, action items that came from our talks to continue to improve on the work that we do. Since we rented a house in the Garden District, we spent most days at home, working. As our team grew, our meetups had gotten larger and larger, so it was nice to spend a whole week with a small group, even though I missed seeing all of my coworkers. It gave us a nice opportunity to cook for each other, chit chat over dinner, and the like.
Hawaii is far. Like, really far. I think it’s the furthest away from home that I’ve ever been. I learned just how far Hawaii was when I double-checked my travel plans and saw that my direct flight from Newark to Honolulu was over eleven hours. That’s almost an entire (waking) day. It’s super weird to get on a plane at 9am and to get back off the plane at 9pm.