All posts tagged: Feature

For My Birthday This Year, I Quit My Job to Start a Company

2016 has come with a lot of changes. After three years of living in NYC I packed up to make a move to DC to start a new and exciting career and move in with my boyfriend. I worked really hard to secure the perfect job ahead of my move, and once I started, I realized it wasn’t the right fit. After a few months I felt, maybe I hadn’t made the right choice and was unsure of where I went wrong. Leading up to the new role I had worked with a career coach to help me pinpoint the perfect role and career path while researching day and night to find the company that sat at the top of everyone’s lists for opportunities. Once I got there, I didn’t feel that spark I yearned for, and I was scared about what my next steps should be.    I spent my evenings wondering: what is it that will make me happy? I’ve worked across a wide spectrum, from startups to corporate settings, and nothing kept the fire inside me …

Hartwood

When I think of the Fourth of July, a few things come to mind: Family & friends Grilling Budweiser Fireworks Leading up to the holiday our group of friends planned to meet in Hartwood. Outside of the aforementioned elements to the perfect Fourth, Hartwood slates itself as a special place. Combining all of this together only added to the excitement as the weekend approached. Hartwood is in New York state and a five hour drive from Maryland. We hit the road before sun rise, chasing the sun north on the highway  as the lush hills and small towns passed us by. There is no cell service once you turn onto the road leading up to Hartwood, automatically making you leave all of your work e-mails and other stress behind. The days were spent hiking the surrounding forest, and lounging in the sun on the shores of the central lake. The evenings filled with good drinks, food, friends and worldly conversations. The community celebrates the Fourth by coming together for a BBQ and a patriotic desert contest before a spectacular private fireworks show. …

Shanghai Cab Driver

Fear and Loathing in Shanghai

Dusk falls before the wheels touch down on the tarmac of Pudong International Airport, Shanghai. Passengers rush to grab their suitcases, joining the flow of human traffic streaming into the terminal. Signs route us through exit points out to Arrivals. People are tugging at our sleeves, asking us to take a ride with them, but we muscle our way to the taxi waiting area outside. After standing patiently in line with several other weary passengers, we are finally shuffled into a cab. I hand the driver a piece of paper with the address scrawled on it in English and Chinese, and we set off for the highway and into the darkness. The cab is rickety, the seats are worn down, and empty food wrappers are strewn across the back. There is an overwhelming smell of stale cigarette smoke, echoing the weight of the heavy smog that hovers over the city. The driver has tired eyes and is looking at me with a cold stare in the rear view mirror. His lack of emotion makes me …

2016

Hello 2016! Another year has passed with more wonderful memories. I write this from my 9 hour flight home from Munich, Germany following 16 days of travel. During the past two weeks I crossed the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans twice, visited three states and two countries, spent a sleepless night in the LA airport, dipped my toes in the water of the most Northern shore of Kauai and rung in the New Year watching fireworks burst high in the sky over the Austrian Alps with my family. Needless to say I am still up to the Sellmeyer habit of chasing planes all over the world – and by chasing I mean sprinting and re-routing my travels as a devoted standby. This last year I was lucky to spend most of my travels visiting family – creating new memories flying the back country of Idaho with my uncle, navigating the wild streets of Shanghai with my parents, and driving the autobahn with my brother. In between my travels – I still reside in New York out of …

Imaginative Tokyo

If I could use one word to describe Tokyo, it would be Imaginative. Webster’s defines imaginative as –having or showing creativity or inventiveness. It’s not hard to see why. Walking down the streets you are surrounded by buildings that are aesthetically pleasing, but realize they have been meticulously designed to convey simplicity. There are no trash cans, but there is no trash in the streets. The locals swarm the city in everything from business suits and hipster flannels, to fluffy cat ears and traditional kimonos. In one minute you are wandering through a beautiful shrine and the next you feel like you are in a life size doll house. It sounds cliche – but that is exactly what it is because the city and the people in it can be anything or anyone, and I’ve never been to a city where that is wildly accepted. Despite the freedom “to be,” the people are still quite conservative, but seemingly accepting of everyones chosen lifestyle. Tokyo felt like a mirror of NYC in a sense – a capital …

One Weekend in Old San Juan

A weekend in Old San Juan is a weekend well spent. I never realized what a culturally rich and historic city Old San Juan was until I spent Labor Day wandering around the forts and photographing all of the colorful homes that fill the city streets. The days were warmer and more humid then I imagined, but as the sun set cool breezes swept over the city, brining everyone into the streets. In Puerto Rico they flaunt their curves, dress uniquely, eat hearty meals … and they are happy. The people are smiling, dancing, laughing. There is no stigma, no staring eyes, no expectations – and why should there be? As long as you have family, friends and cheap beer there really should be no worries. There were many lessons I learned from their hospitality, and that it’s ok to break out in a salsa dance anywhere and everywhere, but I also wanted to share my quick guide on what to do for a weekend in Old San Juan. Airport: SJU Currency: American $ Where …

Back on the Water

The first tug on the rope I place my foot on the back of the ski and yell “GO BOAT!” I’m out of the water and automatically in a routine – feeling the weight of the boat pulling against my leg, the pads of my hands feeling worn and turning red, my lower back muscles tightening so I can mold myself into the perfect position. This is my body working, and reminding me how good it feels to accomplish something out of the ordinary, something extraordinary. My first time on the water with two skis was when I was 10 years old, and by the age of 12 I was the Swivel Ski Champion of the East Coast. Sure, kids are quick learners and are a bit more fearless – but going from standing on two skis to performing toe hold 180’s in front of large crowds within two years – it’s clear that I had to endure a lot of training to get there. As I transitioned to High School my swivel skiing slowed …