When I was younger, I thought that 25 was the pinnacle of adulthood. I imagined myself abroad in an apartment all my own, maybe Vancouver or Paris. When I got a little older, I imagined myself in a small town, walking to work and to church on Sundays, a close-knit community around me for support. … Continue reading Try not to read the tea leaves of your life (you will get it wrong)
Studying Life with Gigi 