December 2011
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The 25th year.
So I’m finally 25, probably the latest of all my friends to be, which secretly makes me happy as we grow older and mourn the days of our youth. I can now finally say that all my quarter-life worrying paid off, as this year started off with a bang—failed relationships, family drama, an ailing relative—and it hasn’t even been a month yet! This seriously has me worried for how...