20 yr old dreamer living, loving, and learning in a sunny southern california haze. see also, part-time parisian wanderer.
Some time later there was a song in the jukeboxes on the Upper East Side that went “but where is the schoolgirl who used to be me,” and if it was late enough at night I used to wonder that. I know now that almost everyone wonders something like that, sooner or later and no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.
5ever posting Joan Didion quotes. How many times can I read this essay in one year?
From “Goodbye to All That”