halfway into being 19 and i could not recommend it more. it is raunchy, experimental, and isolating to be 19. its the birthing of what i’ve deemed The Second Puberty. it’s a time where the external stressors of adulthood are being thrown at a wall made of saturday morning cartoons and forming a kinship with ladybugs- and expecting it to “act it’s age”. you dress and party and dabble in culture like an established 30-something-year-old, you wait for that guy to respond to your text like a 12 year old waiting for her crush to circle yes on her love note. you will laugh amongst a group of friends over a shared cig who either won’t be your friends in a few years or will grow to tell the tale, you will still ask your mom to go shopping with her so you can get a little treat and a coffee on the way back. 18 is not old enough and 20 is too scary. 19 is the perfect medium. i adore being 19 and i despise being 19. it’s on every end of the spectrum. i couldn’t recommend it more.