What do you get when you mix a Craigslist house near the beach, one sketchy telemarketing job, and a summer full of strangers-turned-friends? Apparently, me… living my best post-grad life in California.

In this episode, I’m taking you back to the summer I packed up everything (aka nothing) and moved across the country to chase sunshine, tacos, and possibly an identity crisis. I had no job, no plan, and no clue what I was doing—but I had new friends, one patch of communal grass, and enough chaotic memories to last a lifetime.

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Pulled up to Catholic school field day dressed like a deranged movie villain, got grilled by a kindergartener about why I’m single, and almost threw hands with some tiny Bible gang members.
10/10 wouldn’t recommend, but also... see you next year.

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⚠️ Content Warning:
This episode includes a retelling of a dirt bike accident that involves injury, blood, and a hospital visit.
Nothing too graphic, just enough to make you say “hmm…”

After six months of healing from a dirt bike crash that left me injured and rocking a hospital wristband that basically said “handle with care,” I finally got back on the bike.
This one’s for the thrill seekers, and anyone who’s ever wiped out, literally or metaphorically, and wondered if they had it in them to try again.
There’s adrenaline, introspection, a lot of sweating, and just enough blood to make things interesting.
But spoiler alert: I’m still here. And still weird.

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