This week, a woman travels the world to pursue love, sex, and content creation: 29, single, on vacation from New York.

DAY ONE

6 a.m. “I’m not sure if our connection aligns with my new phase in life.”

I stare at these specific words within a longer text from the guy I’ve been dating for a year. He sent it late last night, and I read it, felt like shit, ignored it, and tried to sleep. Now, I’m rereading. Ugh . I mean, I prefer breakups over text than IRL. It forces people to get to the point without the awkward tiptoeing.

7 a.m. Deliberately do not text back. I have nothing to say. Part of me saw it coming. He’d applied for a job on the West Coast and was wishy-washy about New York, and we weren’t that serious. It was always casualish, no labels. What I didn’t see coming was why :

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