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Letters to my younger self
EEleanor Vance · April 27, 2026 · 3 min read
Dear E, You will spend most of your twenties believing that the next job, the next city, the next person will be the thing that finally settles you. None of them will. That's fine.
Save more than feels reasonable. Call your mother. Learn to say no without an apology attached.
And please, for the love of everything, throw away the gray sweater. You know the one.
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