Twenty years ago this fall, I was starting college. Hoping (obsessively) to finally feel like I found my people, running cross country (also, unsurprisingly, obsessively), and having the earliest, distant notions of what my adult life would be like. I thought I would have mismatching bowls from Anthropologie and live in San Fransisco and then later New York.
To the Lighthouse (again)
To the Lighthouse (again)
To the Lighthouse (again)
Twenty years ago this fall, I was starting college. Hoping (obsessively) to finally feel like I found my people, running cross country (also, unsurprisingly, obsessively), and having the earliest, distant notions of what my adult life would be like. I thought I would have mismatching bowls from Anthropologie and live in San Fransisco and then later New York.