I was 24 years old when my first boyfriend broke up with me. I thought it was the hardest thing I would ever experience.
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I was 25 years old when I left New York City for good, the place where I envisioned living forever. I thought that was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
I was 30 years old when …
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