
Allons-y: French for ‘let’s go.’
It’s a rainy Sunday here in NY, I’m single-digit-days away from turning the big 2-5 and all I can think about is how the one person I want to spend it with the most is nearly 7,000 miles away, on the other side of the planet. I’M HAVING ONE OF THOSE DAYS. Quick, someone turn on a romcom and hand me some chocolate.
Ahhh! Where have my early 20s gone?! Every September post-college, I feel soooo weird not getting ready for a new school year.
What’s my schedule going to be like? Who will my professors be? Where will I live on campus? Should I go to the d-hall or make ramen for dinner? Ramen, for sure. Oh but they just opened up a Popeyes on campus! But that costs money. Soooo, ramen. And then I snap out of it and realize none of these questions are relevant anymore and it’s SO SAD.