The Small Days Before
“This will all be worth it when we make it to the day.”
“This will all be worth it when we make it to the day.”
From fall ‘22 to spring ‘23, it felt like everyone on campus and their cousin was listening to Noah Kahan.
There’s this uneasy weight in the air.
I felt peer-pressured to watch, and honestly? I’m embarrassed to say the appeal made sense to me.
Why twenty-eight? Because that is before twenty-nine, which is before thirty, which is when your life is over.
We heard rumors of a massage chair in the lobby.
Spain, far from the responsibilities of work and the student newspaper (as well as from the watchful eyes of my parents) seemed like my best opportunity, at least for a casual fling.
These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.
Somewhere along the way I lost one half of my favorite pair of mittens, like a minor arc in Little Women, and I tried to not let it ruin my day.