In my aspiring life here in the Big Apple, I find myself still getting carded even at business events. It’s flattering and all, but the other day when someone in the bar asked if I was nineteen, I remembered how much fun it was to actually be nineteen. I had happily left high school behind and begun the most exciting four years of my life as an Advertising major at Syracuse University. My student loans were rarely thought of and I didn’t have any class scheduled before 10:30 a.m. Not to mention I was skinnier. It’s no wonder I’m smiling so much in these pictures.
At twenty-five living in New York City, I like to look back on this magical time in my life whenever I get carded or mistaken for someone much younger. Being an Aspiring Socialite is quite the chore that has forced me to face both normal people and celebrity problems. I may have double the problems, but it is the path I have chosen and one that’s gotten me places I’ve never imagined I’d go. BTW: I took these pictures with my best friend since first grade in the early spring of 2006 of the beaches of Avalon, NJ.
