Several years ago at the age of 23, I experienced a distinctly vivid and overwhelming sense of accomplishment and pride. “I did it!” I thought as my boyfriend and I meandered Art Van picking out furniture for our very first home together. He left to investigate smart TVs and I quietly wandered through aisle after … More the future freaks me out.

I drove south on the expressway, my stomach in knots. I was sweating profusely and fully prepared to pull over at any given moment if my overwhelming urge to vomit actually came to fruition. I was going on my first date in…ever, really. I was scared shitless. I started dating my ex when I was … More geronimo.

One year ago today, I begrudgingly picked up the keys to my new apartment, angrily lugged the first of many boxes up three flights of stairs, and walked into what it seemed, at the time, was a white-walled empty hell. I was officially living alone. And I wasn’t particularly thrilled. In fact, I thought it … More solo.