One more drink

When you hear Dominican Republic, you probably think of sunshine, beaches, a few drinks, and a whole lot of fun. For me, it was all of that. Plus new friends, way too much alcohol, a body covered in bruises I have absolutely no reasonable explanation for, approximately twenty hours of sleep across seven nights, and … Mai mult One more drink

Things I Thought I’d Have Figured Out By 27

When I was fifteen, I thought twenty-seven-year-olds had their shit together. They had jobs. They paid bills. They had families. They looked like they knew what they were doing. I am twenty-seven now. (Almost twenty-eight.) I would like to formally apologize to fifteen-year-old me for the misinformation. Here is a list of all the things … Mai mult Things I Thought I’d Have Figured Out By 27

I Didn’t Stop Loving Him. I Just Let Go.

Sometimes, the hardest part of letting go is accepting that love was never the problem. It’s autumn again. Usually, that means nostalgia, questionable decisions you’ll overthink for the next six months and, if you’re anything like me, memories you thought you’d already buried somewhere deep enough. I think that’s the beauty of this season. Autumn … Mai mult I Didn’t Stop Loving Him. I Just Let Go.

Growing Up Also Means Growing Apart

Nobody Warns You About Friendship Breakups One day, somewhere in your twenties, you’ll look around and realize that the people who once knew everything about you… don’t know you anymore. Not because you had a fight. Not because someone did something unforgivable. You simply became different people. And somehow, that’s the hardest kind of goodbye. … Mai mult Growing Up Also Means Growing Apart