I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling sentimental today. While alternately attempting to OD on sugar (who knew that there are so many different ways to eat chocolate) and being subjected to illegal slave labor yesterday, I had a few uninterrupted minutes to reminisce on this past year. 21 has been the best year of my life thus far, and impressively, I remember almost all of it. Between too many shameful weekend mornings bonding with the Porcelain God, I did a lot of pretty cool things.
No 1. Designed a collection of clothes à la Project Runway that managed to sustain itself on the runway, and avoid any Janet Jackson-esque wardrobe malfunctions. Niiiiice.
No 2. Graduated college. A serious WTF moment. I am currently still in denial and am waiting for my diploma to arrive in the mail so I can promptly send it back, in hopes of exchanging it for a couple more years of undergrad.
No 3. Rode a really ugly camel in Israel. And it was awesome.
No 6. Lived with my bitches, #live. We #lived it up everywhere a 21 year old should, including but not limited to: smelly bars with corrupt bouncers, likely disease-ridden fraternity houses, Vegas, plush couches deemed nap-worthy, luxury apartment pools that require mad hop-fencing skillz, Tahoe, “Mexican” fast food joints that shall remain unnamed, etc.
No 9. Met a lot of people who changed my life. I am #blessed (…it’s warranted) to have the most unique group of hilarious, beautiful, and thoughtful friends, many of whom I only met this past year. I’m loving my experience in New York, but am counting down the days until I’m a California girl again- I miss you all too much!