entering the void (again)

hello, old friend

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 …