How (Not) To Move Out Of New York City
You know your adult gap year is off to a good start when on the first day you think, “at least I didn’t get stabbed with the knife that the burglar took.”
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How I Knew It Was Time For An Adult Gap Year
This is what a quarter-life crisis looks like. Public crying. Radical decisions. Uncomfortable truths. Existential dread. Doubting yourself. Leaving it all behind. Making meaning of the mess.