In 2024, I finally felt like the real me. I gained a new nephew, Declan. I wore a heart monitor for ten days only to learn my heart is perfectly healthy and my anxiety manifests physically. I was tattooed by my favorite artist and got an other matching tattoo with my best friend. I celebrated Galentine’s Day twice. I spent two weeks in Paris and Madrid with my mom and enjoyed watching her explore Europe like a girl abroad. I launched a new section of my newsletter - Worthy Distractions. I went to Margaritaville in Times Square. I watched my nephews experience the world for the first time. I attended two of my cousins’ weddings and loved love even more. I dispelled a rumor that I had a boyfriend and made it clear that I am loving single life. I danced so, so much. I reconnected with old friends. I made a lot of new friends. I saw the Eiffel Tower twinkle. I watched my best friend try on wedding dresses. I celebrated 10 years with my high school besties in Michigan. I drove through the forest, on accident, and somehow came out unscathed. I went to a dating event where the guy I was matched with had a girlfriend. I swam in a rooftop pool. I snuck into the GA pit to see Charli XCX and Troye Sivan at MSG. I had a very brat summer. I went viral for sitting in shit on the subway. I quit my job. I quit my job. I bought myself a ring in Montmartre. I went to the US Open and saw Naomi Osaka play in her bow dress. I threw a breakdancing party for my 29th birthday with my two besties. I hosted dinner parties and pregames at my apartment. I went to the Poconos and Asbury Park and Coney Island. I nannied my nephew for three months and soaked up the snuggles. I finally became a Real Housewives girl. I screamed when my high school bestie told us she was engaged. I ate dumplings in Chinatown. I ran a 5k and gabbed the whole time. I bought a new table for my apartment. I got drunk in a basement wine bar in the Marais. I cried over a boy and told myself it’s okay to cry over boys. I got my first ever paid opportunity to write. I played in the snow. I read 22 books and walked 1,577 miles. I leaned in to all the things I love about myself, took risks, and watched them pay off. I manifested this year. And it worked.
Here’s looking at you, 2025.
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2023
In 2023, I finally did not move apartments. I solo traveled to Lisbon and Paris and London, and was rejuvenated by very full alone time. I dyed my hair red and reminded my friends that changing hairstyles is actually really fun. I became an aunt to an incredible little boy named Charlie. I spent a lot of time with my family. I went on a trip to Philadel…
2022
In 2022, I moved to Brooklyn. I traveled to Seattle and Croatia and the Netherlands and Ireland, and knew I needed to see even more of this world. I got bangs and assured friends that getting them didn’t mean I was mentally unstable. I started a newsletter and wrote essays every week. I found out I was going to be an aunt to a little boy. I met new frie…
2024 was pretty great!