I have a standing vacation date with my best friend from high school. Ever since the two of us graduated college and she moved up to NYC, I’ve taken the train to visit her for an extended girls’ weekend.
But this year, both of us confessed that we felt more burnt out than usual. We’d talked about vacation plans near the end of February when the world was cold and dreary. Maybe we should go somewhere new? Work had me so exhausted that all I wanted to do was sit on a beach somewhere and not move for hours. While walking ten miles through Manhattan each day is fun, that wasn’t the vacation I needed this year.
So rather than buying my usual train ticket, I started searching Airbnb for places all up and down the East Coast. Read More