New York

Fourteen Going on Thirty

Anyway we walk quickly because it’s cold and I say, “I’m thirty!” but I’m also fourteen and twenty-one and making all those mistakes.

Dear twenty-seven-year-old Caroline,
Quit your job.

Among all of the challenges that I imagined were standing between me and a tree, allow me to share some of my favorites.

It’s almost enough to make you want to give up, walking home with grocery bags almost ripping.

“How many parking spaces do you think our apartment would take up?”

I learned that home is a team sport.

This workshop is tuition-free, assignment-free, and pretty stress-free, but soon I’ll be back at my own school, and the cloud of duties will descend.

They must have died eventually, the ones that we didn’t scoop out.

What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.

But what Andrew likes best about his new place are the bookstores in the neighborhood.