Our first visit to the remote island, Bermuda, was memorable. It’s one we will always hold dear to our hearts because of the warmth that spilled out of the radiance of each individual’s smile.

I can say that I am fortunate enough to call Atlanta my home. It is the city I have lived since I came to America, and where I started to live out my – as they say, “American Dream”.

So far my journey on the open road has been within the confinement of my rented car, driving between southern cities. What came as a refreshing change was the sailing experience with @AirBnB at the scenic Charleston Harbor.

After a long journey from New Orleans we finally made it in to Nashville at 11pm. What I craved after so many hours on the road was a comfortable cozy bed to have a good night’s rest in preparation for the next day. I woke up the next morning eager to take on my day’s tasks.

We stopped along the roadside searching for house no. 820. To our left was a massive white building with gray doors and a cross slapped right in the middle. Thinking, this couldn’t be it, could it?

The art of slow living is something yet to be mastered by the Western world.

We all speak about being the best version of ourselves/ living "my best life" but what does that really look like?

It’s easy to get stuck in our own viewpoints, so much so that we lose sight of the beauty in seeing the world through other people’s lens. Find proper clarity and the right perspective on your journey because it’ll better help you embrace the journey
of others.

My body when I was in my early 20s vs my body in my later 20s. I was an athlete in high school. I played basketball, volleyball and ran track. That helped me cultivate the tolerance I needed to stay fit and motivated. As I’ve grown older I have become “hella lazy”.

Most people love fall because it represents change/ I never knew what it was about summer but it turns out to be that this is when most of my transition nascent.

We're often stuck in the day-to-day grind of trying to accomplish more, that we forget to make time for the things and people who matter most.

Life in Havana felt like I traveled back in time. Although a vast majority of the buildings seem to be decaying, there’s always something beautiful to acknowledge.

For the past four years New Orleans has always been my favorite city to run off to when I need a break from Atlanta (without having to leave the country). I was told that I would fall in love with Charleston but, truth be told I was a non-believer.