I had no game plan, no job, no permanent mailing address, no meal plan, no “first-year in the real world” advisor and no chance to claim a “grade forgiveness” if I messed up a semester of life.
2. People singing Happy Birthday to you, at work.
You have come to understand, that things just don’t fit here, in New York City.
2. You lost me at “My ex-girlfriend”
You’re FREAKING out — or maybe you’re not because you are off to some grad/law/certificate/school and if so, you’re not freaking out yet.
8. Our perception of “home” becomes all mangled.
You’ve never been the one to let go first.
I don’t mind wearing pants (that is, if you consider leggings pants), but I’m fed up with bras.
Why would I turn to such an impersonal way of meeting someone when I find myself to be such a personal human being?
I’m single, but there’s nothing wrong with me. Okay, well maybe, a couple of things.