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Peak happiness: Ducking into a Paris café on a rainy day.


Within the hour of arrival on my first trip to Paris.

So this is the magic everyone was talking about…

Hi.

With my first international trip to Paris in 2011, a light switched on that has burned bright ever since. Seeing a new culture, soaking up a world that’s different from my own—it’s the stuff that winds me up in the best way.

I definitely wouldn’t say that that makes me unique, but what does set me apart is that I wasn’t always a traveler. In fact, I was more “Hell no” than “Let’s go!” Sky High Heidi? More like Homebody Heidi. Fears and anxieties kept me close to home base.

I finally just decided one day, with the coaxing of my then-boyfriend-now-husband, that I was going to plan us a trip to Paris and we were going in like 60 days.

Fear be damned.

I got invigorated by the last minute planning, nabbed some points from my parents to pay for the journey, and within minutes of setting foot on Rue St. Honore after a 10 hour flight…I got it: Traveling is transformative.

And part of the fun of planning? Is going deep into the credit card points of it all. I’ve become schooled in earning and maximizing those sweet sweet points then nerdfully spending too much time finding the absolute best deal to get us to cool places.

When I’m not traveling, I’m chillin’ with my dogs and my husband, obsessing over TV shows, doing marketing for TV shows, drawing, painting, playing drums, playing piano, and sucking down iced coffees like it’s my job.

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