Welcome back to the blog. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the number eighteen. It’s such a strange, beautiful, and slightly terrifying "middle ground." You’re legally an adult, yet you still feel like the same kid who was obsessed with Minecraft and overpriced Boba just two years ago.
This year feels like one giant fork in the road. Should I take that internship? Is this the right major? Do I really need to spend $80 on a skincare routine I saw on TikTok? (Probably not, but the packaging was pink). jane 18eighteen
I used to be the person who hit snooze seven times and ran out the door with a piece of toast in my teeth. Now? I’m leaning into "slow living." Welcome back to the blog
I spend ten minutes just scribbling whatever is in my brain. It helps clear the "adulting anxiety" before the day actually starts. 2. Navigating the "Big Decisions" This year feels like one giant fork in the road
For me, isn't just an age—it’s a vibe. It’s that sweet spot where you’re starting to make your own rules but still haven't quite figured out how to fold a fitted sheet (seriously, does anyone know how?).
Your room is your sanctuary. I’ve been moving away from the "cluttered teen" look and leaning into more intentional pieces.