maybe it’s just the closest thing i had to a legacy. maybe that’s why it feels so weird. well, that, and the fact that i did make SO many friends through social media back in the day.

i knew we had it good but i had no idea how good it was when we had it

i feel like i write these posts every few years- i’m a new person, ma, i swear!- but there is something so definite about deleting my social media and the handle i’ve had since college

but i don’t write about food anymore. and i’m not a social media person anymore. i’m not trying to stick to an identity for the sake of justifying designing my college curriculum around this idea of a career i once had, which wasn’t even my number one dream career

and technically i did. i just didn’t die in, like, the physical sense

it’s just strange because i remember coming up with that handle my senior year of college, when social media was still new and fun and not! so! evil! and if you had met me then i would’ve sworn up and down that i’d take that handle and the identity i built around it to my grave

i cannot wait to wear that dress again. and find similar heeled sandals to wear, still so bummed that pair died on me