I’ve come to accept the fact that on a near-daily basis, I will think to myself “I need a vacation.” And most of the time, it’s based in nostalgia–I need to go back to Paris, I need to go back to Italy, I need to quit my job and buy a hotel in Santorini. But other times, it’s real and genuine and I really feel like I’m not going to last another second if I don’t have a vacation planned in the very near future that I can look forward to. The hubs can attest to this: if a month…

I’m not the Romantic – this much we know is true. I don’t have a husband and my life is less candlelight and roses and more pubs and parties. But along the way, I have found a love that is true and deep and very real. My travels have taken me all over the world, and you, red wine, have been there for me through it all. I guess I can say I really fell in love during my semester abroad in Paris. How could I not? Long lunches at Parisian cafes, picnics in Jardin de Luxembourg, nights out with…

The debt crisis is taking over my life. And I’m not talking about the plummet of the DOW. I’m talking about my personal bank account and the incredibly disproportionate ratio between its balance and my student loan totals. Whatever crazy bank analyst decided it was appropriate and reasonable to loan me enough money at age eighteen to spend four years at one of the most expensive schools in country must be in cahoots with the other lunatic that sent me abroad to write my Master’s thesis. I am swimming in debt. Combined with my New York City rent, I’m pretty…