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I was shivering cold through the night of Sunday, March 22, 2020 and the next morning my boyfriend told me I was as hot as a furnace. I remember the date perfectly because it was exactly one week after I had returned from Cambodia on a flight on China Airlines through Taiwan and back home to LAX. Only a few days earlier had social distancing started in Los Angeles so I was eager to get home (good thing too as a few days later we would begin to shelter in place).

I had been super careful throughout the entire flying experience, wiping down everything around me on the plane, using hand sanitizer at every checkpoint and interaction with the flight attendant, and even wearing mittens on the flight to remind me not to touch my face. I didn’t have full flights either, so I had my own row every time. …


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Courtesy of Annie Spratt via Unsplash

I was supposed to go on a date last weekend when the guy called me the day before to tell me he actually didn’t think he had romantic feelings for me and was actually “quite taken” by my friend. See, I ran into him just the day before when I was having coffee with a friend and politely introduced them. I hung up after a very awkward phone call on both our ends, me essentially saying, “we’re done here” and him “feeling bad.”

Later, he messaged me asking me if I was mad or annoyed because he sensed I was. I decided not to respond because fuck boys will be fuck boys, I was upset and didn’t see the point. It wasn’t that my ego was bruised (it was) or that I was feeling pretty shitty at that point (I did). I was upset because I sincerely couldn’t believe that someone would treat me or anyone else this way. I mean, the AUDACITY of telling another girl you’ve already displayed interest in that, “Nah, your friend is hotter” (Ok, not what he said, but go with me here). …


Magical.

Yesterday, I woke up and it was a perfect day. It was sunny and warm and the ocean was calm and clear. The day before, I had done a ton of work. I tend to do a lot of work on Mondays because I’m refreshed from the weekend, ready to tackle the week with gusto and get as much as I can done so I can be a little bit more flexible with the rest of my week. Which was great because even though I had planned to keep cranking all day the next day, it allowed me instead the freedom that morning to go SUPing (Stand Up Paddle) on a beautiful day with perfect conditions. …


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I know a good story when I see one. I bet you do, too and you don’t know why. You just know how you feel, that something in your stirs, and you can’t stop thinking about it.

I’ve spent my life looking for a good story. My mother couldn’t put new books in my hands fast enough as I spent my youth as a voracious reader. I think I was the only one of my schoolmates who actually loved AP History, learning about the stories of our past and made a game of looking for bridges that connected us to our present. …


Almost a year ago (a year next month), I came in contact with a story that I couldn’t stop thinking about. While traveling, I had attended an event in Phnom Penh, Cambodia where a bunch of kids from a school performed some hip-hop and breakdancing routines. Some of the little kids were so cute I could hardly stand it and some of the older ones were really impressive dancers. …


It’s not true (but not why you think).

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Image courtesy of Andrew Neel via Unsplash

I’m willing to bet a few times in your life you’ve been laughing with a friend over a beer as they’re telling you a story and they say something to the tune of, “but you know me…I’m weird!”

I used to be guilty of this — constantly. It wasn’t until a close friend pointed out that I’m not weird, but uniquely me that I realized what a disservice I was doing to myself by calling myself “weird.” I recognized that what was really happening was that my high school lizard brain was going off and I somehow wanted to quickly explain something that maybe the masses wouldn’t understand or accept. …


What to pack in-flight, plane etiquette, and tips & tricks for an overall better experience.

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Beautiful sunrise on a flight from London to Boston.

I’ve flown my whole life. I’ve lived a life on the road, from spending the last 15 months as a digital nomad, to running all over the world as a filmmaker paired with international vacations, and as child of divorce getting on a plane every other weekend since I was 9 to visit a parent. …


What’s an average month on Remote Year life? Anything but. [VIDEO]

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It’s hard for me to explain what Remote Year is like (well, was like. I just finished a week ago). The only ones who really get it are the ones that do it. My friends and family see my pictures from wonderful side trips or delicious street food stalls, but they don’t see the hours in front of a laptop working or any of the other unpleasantness, like trips to the hospital or times of questioning and loneliness. …


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Image courtesy of Sergey Zolkin via Unsplash

I write book proposals and articles. Sometimes I ghost write books and articles. I write coverage for scripts. I write ebooks and blog posts and content calendars and scripts and decks. You need content? I can write that.

I am working on a script. A real feature film. I can’t believe it. I work on it every day before my paid writing. …

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Arestia Rosenberg

Storyteller, adventurer, connector. Freelance writer/strategist and filmmaker. Recovering digital nomad.

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