Six years ago, one my best friends from college and I predicted where each of our friends, including ourselves, would be in the next ten years. We’re five to six years out of our predictions, but thus far, we were really wrong.
If you go on a diet and you eat salad for four straight months, it can be very difficult to maintain.
I’m definitely going to look back on this point in my life and realize how trivial it all was and how, as per usual, melodramatic I was.
This city makes me crazy.
After a lovely weekend back at Amherst, enjoying all of the parties without the emotional burden of graduating, I found myself back in New York, looking forward to my wonderful friend CJ’s graduation dinner.
Just a year ago, I was lounging around in my dorm room, napping on various patches of grass on various parts of campus, worrying only about whether I should go to 4:30 dinner or do a double meal before I went to go drink.
After traveling Italy with my mom, I switched gears and made the move to southern France to see my friend Evelyn, who is working as a teaching assistant in Montpellier.
As the winter came to a steady and long-overdue halt, I found myself in Italy, reunited with my momma.
The other night, I found myself at a happy hour at Dos Caminos on Third Avenue. While it’s usually known as a lively Mexican restaurant, on this snowy Saturday afternoon, it became the hub for any and all post-grad degenerates.
We are in school for most of our youth, which means for most of our youth, we have set vacation times. VACATION IS GOD SEND.