In My Suitcase

Gold & Graphite Goes to Rome

After the first leg of our trip, our next stop was one of our favorite cities on the planet: Rome. Our trip to Rome started with a  5am wakeup call after a long and late night of packing. I’ve gotta say, it felt like I got 30 minutes of sleep that night but knowing how excited Oshiolema was going to be all morning gave me the push I needed to get up and do all the mom-on-travel-day things. This was one of my most anticipated moments of the trip because Oshiolema- the boy with an obsession with all transportation vehicles that just won’t quit-was about to take his first train ride. I can’t express how pumped he was, naming all the parts of the train and asking question after question (after question) about all details of the trip. When we walked up to our actual train he got real mellow, stepped on with daddy’s help, played the cool card as long as he could and then sprinted down the empty aisles giggling. It made my day!

Roma Part 1

Ciao from Roma! When my husband and I started planning this big Euro trip, we knew we wanted to spend at least a week in Rome. We had both been once before, but this vast empire is just too incredible to only see once. We decided it would be best to stay in an apartment for our eight-day stay so we could cook some meals and certainly save on expenses. Our first few days have been the equivalent of pressing “slow motion” on our lives. 

A Weekend in New York

One of my favorite things about living on the East Coast is knowing I’m just a train ride away from New York. My best friend lives in NYC so once I coordinate with her, all my husband and I have to do is book the train tickets and pack up a suitcase and before we know it, we’re in the Big Apple. Today, I’m sharing our typical to-do list for a weekend in the city. 

For Real, Chill.

This morning I woke up so cluttered. Frazzled. We are in our first week post one-month-trip and the desire to do nothing but relax has worn off. My desk is cluttered, our suitcases are spilling out at the foot of the bed, waiting to be unpacked, our pantry that was my pride and joy upon embarking on this vacation is now a mess, and when I woke up I decided that all of these things had to be addressed. Immediately. And preferably all at the exact same time. Needless to say, I lost all inner peace, and it must have shows on my face because as I stared into the pantry (saying evil things about it in my mind including it’s poor ability to stay organized) my husband said, “don’t lose your peace, love.” He’s a mind reader, that one.