“Some women fall in love in Paris. I fell in love with my life.”
When I booked my first solo trip to Paris, I thought I was just going on vacation. Instead, I came back changed — more confident, more free, more me. In this post, I’m sharing the story that started it all — and how you can plan a solo adventure that just might change your life too.

Nine days, 49 hours of driving, one dog, and way too many Champagne Problems—this is the story of how I moved across the country with red lipstick, playlist power, and a little help from the Midwest. Buckle up.