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Top 5 Reasons I’m Happy I’m Not 18 Again

1- No matter what happens, I will die knowing I didn’t screw up my education. Seriously, from birth this was my greatest fear!

2- I could not care less if anyone on the planet likes my outfit. I love different and interesting clothes…and am more than happy to let my freak flag fly!

3- I no longer have the “if it’s free I should eat it/drink it” mentality. Less is definitely more, people.

4- I have no fear of subways, bus schedules, european trains, and airports. At 18, navigating these hubs was nothing short of terrifying!

5- I can go into any bar, in any country, and order a glass of wine. My 18 year-old-self would be so jealous.

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Top 5 Things That Make Me Feel 18 Again

1- Pita Pit. As one of the few establishments that stayed open late night if my college town, I have fond memories of many a scene made/pita devoured in this little spot.

2- 50 Cent. Just one, “lil mama show you how you move it” and I’m time-warped to VIP entrances, clubs, and lycra halter tops.

3- Ribbon belts, flip flops, and watches. What? You don’t consider that the epitome of style? What’s wrong with you?!

4- Pointless driving. I feel like a solid portion of my late teenage years was spent wasting gasoline with friends for no apparent reason…or for fairly pointless reasons (i.e. stalking crushes who didn’t even know we existed).

5- Dirty, trashed, and fratastic (multi) million-dollar homes from the 1800s. #charlestonproblems

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