what a year, sis. it’s one we did and didn’t see coming – a year of planned milestones and unanticipated hard lefts, as we recalibrated our careers, our bad habits, our notions of what we want.
it strikes me we’ve been trafficking in polarities, where weekendlong sorority sleepovers met hours spent mining the realities that accompany age. we pretended we were younger, had different names, fewer questions – and then woke up grateful for the shades of grey we occupy.
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