I still remember how on my first trip to Europe, I packed nothing but ripped jeans. At the time, ripped mom jeans were a staple at my American college. However, in Europe, they were not. And probably never were. This is something I learned by walking through gorgeous, historic city centers dressed like I was…
I have an oddly specific memory of being fourteen years old in my bedroom with my lifelong best friend who I still talk to regularly. This is the age where you start to develop a sense of consciousness: there is, in fact, a life after high school. And it is, in fact, up to you…