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My mom wasn’t 20, she was 19 I believe. But close enough. This is her and her best friend wanderlusting back in 1967. Or maybe it was 68. Hawaii, in the 60’s. Can you imagine how instagram worthy this was? But forget about instagram. That wasn’t on her radar. Nor was the term wanderlust. Adventure was more like it. Freedom. And she says, looking back, this season of her life was one of her most favorites. I couldn’t agree with her more about my own. And here’s why.

LIFESTYLEMaile MisajonFebruary 12, 2019travel, travel blog, travel america, conde nast, conde nast traveler, let's go europe, hawaii, elvis, elvis presley, wanderlust Comments

WHY I WANT ANOTHER BOSTON FOR CHRISTMAS

I look rested here don't I? Also, legit happy. Like I'm freshly dressed and bathed, don't have oatmeal in my hair and not even hungover because I got to sleep in till 9:40 a.m. Yep, 9:40 a.m. I haven't done that since 2011.

LIFESTYLEMaile MisajonDecember 13, 2016Boston, marriage, parenting, parenthood, mother, motherhood, mom life, twin parenthood, twin parents, travel, wanderlust Comment

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