I guess we’re grownups now.

In my mind, I am 19 years old.  Forever.  Smart, beautiful, effortlessly thin.  Decisions are limited to: what should I wear (answer: tube top)?  Should I make out with that bartender (answer: no but you will)?  Will a degree in Medieval History open a ton of doors (answer: hysterical laughter)?   Photographs from college preserve 19…