2021: 1️⃣ The year everyone I knew asked me to get a new phone and my dad asked me to get my own phone plan. The speaker on this thing never worked and I couldn’t answer it unless I had AirPods near me so most of the time I would have to watch the phone ring while I panicked and ruffled through my bag. It’s cracked everywhere except the camera but still somehow all my photos ended up blurry. I got this little iPhone 8 at the top of 2018 when my heart was broken and I was an assistant running through Madison Square Park every day with a coffee that sat cold on my desk while I answered an inbox full of emails. Jury’s still out on if this baby makes it to 2022. Haters say it won’t. 2️⃣ Per my Gen-Z sister, 2021 was the year I threw away all my skinny jeans. It was also the year I walked into a hip, dimly lit bar in Silverlake and realized the entirety of Los Angeles had done the same. Every girl in there had on the same outfit - a loose pair of baggy jeans that made our legs look like boxes and a tiny top that showed our mid-drifts and hip bones. Who is really in charge of us here and why do we all keep having the same ideas? Read as: The Patriarchy is alive and well. 3️⃣ I moved into my own one bedroom apartment and had a dream it was haunted for a good 4 months. After living in a box for 5 years it’s a strange thing to not have the ability to see your front door from every corner of your home. The dreams stopped when my buddy @officialellielynch moved in right next door. The rest of the year was full of impromptu back-door visits, lots of laughs, LOTS of tears, and me knocking incessantly, screaming “HEY!!!”a million times in 20 seconds for fear that she couldn’t hear me. She always could.