Corina Goes, Iceland, Travel, Writing

Iceland

I remember the way the stars looked when we stopped on the side of the road and leaned our faces out the car window on our midnight search for the Northern Lights. 
I remember the way I felt that week. Like adventure was always just beyond my fingertips and all I could think was to reach reach reach and take all I could wrap my fingers around. 
I remember the rushing of the water as it poured over the falls and the way my breath froze over and over and over again until we had to go back even when we could have stayed there forever. 
I remember the city streets and the colorful buildings and the view from the top of the church tower as we took in all we could and pushed it deep deep deep into our memories so we would never forget this moment. 
I remember the way my heart ached when I thought about leaving the only foreign country that actually felt like home because it’s been aching since I’ve gone. 
I remember these things as the weather gets colder here and I long for the brisk clean air and a long drive down a singular highway and the greatest desire to be lost but somehow found among the beauty and the stars and the dancing lights and the magic of it all. 

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Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

The Year of Twenty-Two. 

11:58 PM found me locked in my bedroom, earphones in, my face covered in LUSH Ocean Salt Facial Scrub (trust me, it’s magical),  and having the time of my life jamming to T Swift’s 22 for the last time while actually twenty-two. 

Twenty-two has been an incredible year for me! From graduating college and moving back home, to getting a successful business job (yay for adulting!), to traveling the world, I have seen and grown and explored to my heart’s content. 

I have road tripped the entire East Coast, explored Maine, NYC, and Boston with my best friend, and checked three continents off my list (Europe, Asia, and Africa). 

I have discovered the pure joy and fascination one can get from growing and watching plants and flowers as they thrive under your care. Green living things have taken over my apartment like you wouldn’t believe and I’m totally okay with it. #crazyplantlady 

There have been struggles, heart break, and hard times this year but through it all, I’ve learned a couple of things:

  1. Being able to afford all the clothes and coffee and home decor I want can never feel as good as being broke and traveling the world. 
  2. Try new things even if they scare you! The first thought I had when my mum bought me my first house plant (on my birthday no less) was utter terror that I would kill it off faster than it could grow. I look back at that moment and can’t help but laugh at myself. (I also want to cry when I think about not having a house full of thriving plant children…) But, seriously.  Also, if anyone needs some ivy cuttings hit me up, yo. I can’t bare to trim them and throw them away. I know, I know, I’m crazy. 
  3. Never ever ever refuse someone’s help when moving. Lesson learned. 
  4. Give God all you’ve got, and more. I have never in my life been as blessed as I have this year. You can hear it as many times as you listen, but until you truly sacrifice of yourself (time, money, energy, etc) for God, you will never know the true value of living for the Lord.  I could tell you of so many things this past year that have really made this statement ring true in my life! 
  5. All the iPhone pictures in the world will never be able to compare to the beauty of seeing that view from the cliff overlooking the clear turquoise ocean, or the giraffes bathed in the first light of morning and mist in the distance while driving through a safari, or the spectacular view of the River Thames and the sparkling city lights of London. So don’t forget to take in the moment, put down your phone, your camera and all other distractions, and breath in the fresh salty air, let yourself feel like the tiniest part of the universe while taking in the views from the London Eye, and enjoy the ultimate feeling of freedom in the majestic African wildlife while pretending to be Queen of the Safari. All the pictures in the world will never be worth the memories, I promise. 

As I drove to work today (yay, adulting?), I may or may not have been belting out Queen Bey’s Grown Woman with my front seat filled with flowers and succulents (the fam bam knows me too well). I am so blessed and can not wait to see where The Year of Twenty-Three will take me! No need to fear, I will still be dancing and feeling 22, my wanderlust will continue to grow, and I’ll still be overwhelming your instagram accounts with my plant babes. Happy Thursday! XOXO

  

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Japan, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Resfeber. 

Today I was looking through some older pages of my notebook and found this entry from before I left for Japan. It seems like just yesterday I was driving to the airport with my stomach in knots and my heart a mess of anxious anticipation because it was finally starting to sink in that I was about to see my best friend for the first time in almost a year. Travel seems to go in a particular cycle for me. By this I mean: 

Several months before trip: block trip out of my mind so I won’t go crazy with longing to pack my bags 93 days before actual trip. 

One month before trip: go psycho CRAZY with to-do lists, Pinterest travel tips, planning destination specific outfits (most likely 36 whole interchangeable outfits for a 7 day trip), and worrying that my bag will be too heavy but WHO CARES I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE! 

One week-One day before trip: have a major crisis. No really, last time I locked myself out of my apartment the night before a 5am flight with nothing packed and couldn’t get back in until 2 in the morning, (Helllllooo, Starbucks! Even though all my Pinterest lists say this is a no no for airplane travel…shhhh.) Well folks, the major crisis before this trip was…that’s right, a ROOT CANAL. Blech. Add to this the fact that our apartment lease happened to be up while I was going to be out of the country, so I had to pack up and move my entire house the weekend before the trip. So, root canal Thursday. Moving house, Friday-Sunday. Flying out, 7am Monday morning. 

Wee hours of the early morning on The Day of trip: wake up, or at least have my eyes open at the wee crack of dawn, because who wouldn’t schedule an extremely early morning flight? No sleep for the anxious traveller! Mum always drives me to the airport where I tell her about 19 times that I’ll miss everyone and please please please give all the kids and dad one more hug from me because let’s face it, even though I can’t imagine that I could love traveling any more than I actually do, I always always ALWAYS miss my family. 

And then I’m stumbling with my overly packed luggage and trying to decide why it was a good idea to wear my hat for a day of 30+ traveling hours (actually it did save me from my flight hair, fist pump!) Those cute little butterflies that are so adorable when you’re in love but not so much when you’re at the airline gate and your knees won’t stop bouncing up and down and you’re checking your ticket about 3 million more times than actually needed to make sure you’re in the right place because your months and months of anticipation for this trip will NOT be ruined by not being fully awake and functioning and missing your flight and then suddenly without really knowing how it happens, you’re sitting in seat 24A looking at the sparkling lights of the incredible view of the Dallas Fort Worth metroplex and saying Sayonara! See ya never! I’m off to a magical land with the grandest blue ocean you’ve ever laid eyes on, unfamiliar cultures, and a bag full of summer fresh outfits fit for walking the beach and strolling through the crowded streets talking about nothing and everything with my best friend ever. 

  
And then 23 hours later I am completely and utterly worn to the bone and the excitement is still there, but it’s just a tad hidden by the huge bags under my eyes, the way it feels like someone must have thrown ten bricks into my shoulder bag without my knowledge, and the unquenchable thirst for h2o that can only be brought about from an 11 hour flight. 

And finally I am waking up from the first 2 hours of sleep I’ve gotten in at least 25 hours after having the nicest conversation with the most adorable marine sitting next to me and then I’m saying goodbye and nice to meet you and suddenly I am trying to keep the wind from blowing my hat off my horribly atrocious plane hair while boarding the transit bus to the airport and waiting for my checked luggage with only the slightest amount of worry that it is still somewhere in the Mother Land, because let’s face it, I’m much too tired for actual panic to set in by this point. And finally I am walking out the doors and being greeted by my Best with an actual sign with my name on it (spot on, H!) and everything is perfectly right in the world because I’m about to spend 10 full days with my Kindred Spirit in this tropical paradise where I can communicate only by the phrases good afternoon and thank you, and that doesn’t even matter because I am happy and I am free and I am living out my dreams. 

  

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Japan, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. 

There is something about the darkness as it washes over me and the excitement that slowly unfurls in my stomach, proving itself in the nervous twists as the miles slowly wear away and suddenly I am whisked away to a world of terminals and gates and security checks and the purest feeling of freedom I can imagine. 

There is something about the careful movements and the hurried dashes of busy people going to busy places and doing busy things, separated, but somehow connected in the greater scheme of things. 

There is something about the breaking light of dawn as it sweeps into the little window, illuminating the tiny space of the massive winged beast that will serve as my home for the long hours to come. 

There is something about the anticipation of a traveller’s heart. A heart that craves adventure and leaps, throwing caution to the wind, at the possibility to experience things and visit lands as far away as their dreams will take them. 

There is something about the discomfort of the tiny space you are given as your own and the realization that the long hours, the weariness of wandering airport terminals, and the jet lag that is sure to come, because everything will be worth it once you reach your destination. 

There is something about separation that makes reuniting one of the most special events on earth. There is something about the phone calls, the messages, the care packages, and the seemingly endless “I miss you’s” that can’t quite measure up to seeing a person face to face. 

There is something about having that “someone.” Your person. The one that can understand your tone of voice through a simple text message and who can read your mind, from literally thousands of miles away. There is something about knowing you have a friendship that will stand and even grow stronger through anger and trials and miles and years. 

There is something about these things that gives me the utter and profound joy of simply being alive. Of being able to experience things I never could have imagined myself being a part of. A feeling of accomplishment, of eagerness, and of satisfaction. 

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There is also something about floating above the white blanket of clouds that gives me more inspiration than I’ve had in weeks! 

I apologize for the lack of posts lately. Lots of things are going on in my life, to date. But be sure to be on the lookout for a media blast on my trip to Okinawa, Japan! You can find all pictures on Instagram! 

Personal: @heycorinahey

Travel: @travelingmytwenties

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Until next time! xx

Currently: wading through clouds 35,000 feet above the ground and counting down the “somethings” until I can see my Best! I’m coming for you Japan!     

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Music, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

You. 

You are the words on the very tip of my tongue. 

You are the countries I’ve been longing to visit. 

You are the song that plays over and over in my mind. 

You are the sunshine in the shadows that play across my room. 

You are the nerve endings that light up every time we touch. 

You are the destination at the end of every road trip. 

You are the butterflies that flutter relentlessly in my stomach. 

You are the feeling of being home. 

You are the wanderlust that stirs in my heart. 

You are the fireworks on every holiday. 

You are the pulse thumping through my veins. 

You are you, and I am me. 

And I’m so glad that we are we. 

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Travel, Uncategorized

Trinidad and Tobago, 2011. 

Four years ago I spent one of the most magical weeks of my life in Trinidad. It was my first taste of traveling outside of my own country and has left me with an incredible desire in my heart to see and experience the world and the many beautiful people and cultures and sights that it holds. Here are a few pictures from my travels in Trinidad.



The most incredible beach I have ever been to. Also, I can’t say how important it is to try the local Shark and Bake Shark Sandwich. Best sandwich of my life. 





Slightly creepy temple we visited. 









This man sang to me on the beach. I tried to convince him that I had a boyfriend back home at the time, but he wouldn’t be persuaded. “You have American boyfriend back home, and you have me here,” he said. 

I can’t remember the name of this fruit, but it basically tasted like nothing. And the texture was a bit rough to get over. 



I was a little doubtful that this van would get our group up the steep mountains, but I stand corrected. 

Incredible market place. 



I also got the best tan of my life that week. Can I go back now please? 



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Music, New England, Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Aerial Tunes.

The first time I heard George Ezra’s voice I was 36,000 feet above the ground traveling from DFW to Boston. 

 I’m not one for sleeping on shorter flights. I believe flights are for reading, studying the characters around you, and travel playlists. I normally make a playlist of songs for each particular flight (mostly destination appropriate and all my new music, and songs I can really think about and enjoy while flying.) This particular trip was going to be a week full of exploring New England (Boston-Maine-Kinderhook, NY) with K, and ending the trip with a full day in NYC before meeting up with my two brothers and road tripping all the way back to Texas.

 I had a little mishap before my flight (being locked out of my apartment until 1 am, not a stitch of anything packed, just 3 hours before my flight…), so I wasn’t able to make a playlist beforehand and sincerely needed a Starbucks latte to calm my nerves and keep me awake in the airport.

All this to say, this flight’s music list was a little different than normal.

It wasn’t actually a list, it was setting my iPod on shuffle and eventually discovering the voice I’m sure the angels sound like in Heaven. 

 As the last strains of Atlas Genius or Joshua Radin came to a close, a song popped up that I didn’t even know was on my device. I eventually realized it was a free iTunes single I had downloaded weeks ago and forgotten about.

And let me tell you,
This voice was a mix of all my hopes and dreams wrapped into one.  Needless to say, I’m sure that George Ezra was probably on repeat for the duration of the flight before his manly, melodic, scratchy angel voice eventually put me to sleep (because hello, no sleep for the procrastinating packer). 

 So, this post is in honor of purchasing his Deluxe Album and remembering the Perfect Aerial Moment of discovering his authentic, heartfelt, lyrical masterpiece while flying across the East Coast. “Wanted On Voyage” is an album worthy of putting on repeat for long road trips, train rides, or flights. An album written about traveling, for travelers. It is the soundtrack of my daydreams and I will forever remember the East Coast every time I hear his voice. 

And give me one good reason

Why I should never make a change

Baby if you hold me

Then all of this will go away


My many artifacts

The list goes on

If you just say the words

I, I’ll up and run


Oh, to you

Ooh, you

Ooh, I’d leave it all

-Budapest (George Ezra) 

Also, while listening to his song for the first time, I imagined a 35ish year old with lots of facial hair and maybe some round tortoise shell glasses. Imagine my surprise when I looked him up on Google and discovered that deep scratchy voice came from a 21 year old English stud! Another one of my Favorite People In The World is from England? Not surprised. 

Look him up. Listen up. Buy his album. You won’t regret it. 

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