Feet buried in the sand as I use the back of my hand to shield my eyes from a blazing sun. Warm hotel sheets I could drown in for the longest time, forever and a day perhaps. Cocktail sips as I lock eyes with a…
It’s a little ridiculous that it’s taken me so long to write about this topic. It seems I’ve been more prone to write about accessibility whenever I travel to other cities or abroad. I wrote an honest guide for wheelchair accessibility in New York and…
One month and a half really went by so fast that my trip to London has become a nostalgic dream I drift into during endless conversations with clients and hours that drag out at work. It wasn’t so long ago that I was getting to…
For me, at one point London mainly existed on paper. I got to explore the vibrant city through stock images and wordy descriptions that were highlighted in a likewise vibrant yellow. The sceneries looked beautiful even from the front row seat of my classroom desk,…
It’s been too long since I put my passport to good use. With time it’s slowly gotten buried deep underneath a pile of other things that have come to be much more useful in the past few years. It will probably see the light of…
It would be impossible to lie. I missed travelling very much. I missed the good kind of anxious feeling that sits on my chest after I purchase a ticket to an unfamiliar place. The planning, the packing, the piles of clothes on the floor one…
In the latest edition of Rachy’s Radar last month, I promised you some updates on the latest changes that had been keeping me occupied and posting less frequently. Well, perhaps you noticed the change of scenery in my Instagram stories or you guessed right as…
When I scroll through the photographs on my phone, I get a real snapshot of how much things have changed in the last few years. In fact, I often catch myself riding down memory lane whenever I’m feeling particularly nostalgic of the times I had…
As the year is swiftly coming to an end, I feel like every day, I find myself reflecting on all that has occurred in the almost 12 months. I think about things a lot; on one hand because I want to clearly assess what I…
At this point our trip was coming to a close. My sister and I had gotten very comfortable at aunt Jo’s house that we could do things around the house without walking on eggshells or feeling like we were visitors. Vermont was sort of a…