Growing up is weird.
One day you’re convinced you’ll have your life figured out by 25.
The next, you’re eating cereal for dinner, overthinking a text you probably shouldn’t have sent and wondering how everyone else seems to have it all together.
Spoiler: they don’t.
I’m Sasha.
A professional overthinker, accidental storyteller and collector of airport memories, questionable decisions and moments that somehow became my favorite stories.
This is where I write about dating, heartbreak, career, travel, friendships, growing up and every plot twist life insisted on throwing my way.
No fake perfection.
No pretending I’ve figured life out.
Just honest stories, uncomfortable truths and the occasional “What was I thinking?”
Some stories made me laugh.
Some broke my heart.
Most of them became funny eventually.
So come in.
Stay for a while.
Maybe you’ll leave with a smile.
Or maybe you’ll just feel a little less alone.
Collecting stories instead of regrets.
Women and the city 