Growing up isn’t formulaic, and I was disappointed to learn that at 19, I still couldn’t walk in high heels, and that my friends didn’t share the same desire to play adult and have dinner parties and drink wine.
I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t have this all figured out, but maybe we can help each other.
Remind me to slow down, and that winter isn’t a time for rushing.
You’ll see your dad cry for the first time in your whole life.
People change their minds, and months and miles rip away comfort and certainty and leave doubt in their place.
Everyone warns of heartbreak, but never the absence of what comes before it. No one warns you of rejection.
Home is a place that you’ll spend a lifetime wanting to leave until you do for the first time. Then returning and leaving again will feel impossible.