I was recently combing through my multitude of photos on my computer and I came across this one.
20 something. Polka-dot dress. Adjacent to the Eiffel Tower after a summer abroad. Terrible posture. Cute pink purse from the Côte d'Azur. Uptight. Smarter than I have ever been or ever will be again. Oblivious to the fact that my dad was taking this picture. Ten years ago.
Even though that moment seems like a blink ago, it actually was ten years, one marriage, one child, four apartments, three states, seven jobs and about 387 quesadillas ago.
