This was me when I was 18 or 19. Maybe 20. One of those ages where you do stupid shit, make bad decisions but have the time of your life. My age and waistline have doubled since this photo was taken. My hair is shorter. My faces is fatter. And I no longer smoke. But I still have a landline. Some things will never change.
I met my husband a couple years after this photo. We dated for a long time and finally got married in 2006. We didn’t seem to be able to have kids after years of trying so we accepted that we would be kid and fancy free. He played in a band. I worked as a designer. And we moved to a small, old house near the heart of the city where we could easily walk to restaurants and bars. We planned on doing a lot of travelling.
In 2014, we very unexpectedly found out I was pregnant. And it got worse. We were having twins. Our travelling dreams went down the drain and all the money I had spend on therapy to accept that motherhood was not in my cards seemed wasted. I wanted a refund.
Later that year I gave birth to fraternal boy/girl twins. Life was turned upside down. Some things have stayed the same such as my desire to see New York, my love of gin and my sometimes inappropriate sense of humour. Other things will be forever changed; my cavalier use of profanity (I’m working on it), the sudden understanding I have of my own mother, and my clear complexion. Looking back, I have a hard time remember how amazing life was without these two monsters. We still live in our small, old house within walking distance to the best local bars. When they’re a little older, we can all walk there together.