From Turbulence to Tacos: How I Became a Reluctant Jetsetter with a Camping Habit

I used to be the kind of woman who clutched the armrests on airplanes like they were life preservers. Then life gave me a wake-up call in the form of heartbreak, loss, and a whole lot of therapy. Now? You’ll find me cruising the Caribbean with my sister, camping on California beaches with a questionable air mattress, or road-tripping solo just to eat tacos in a different zip code. This isn’t the life I planned—but it might just be the one I always needed.