Sometimes Someone Else Remembers Who You Were
A few weeks ago, someone who knew me when I was 17 wrote a comment that made me cry.
Not because it was dramatic. Because he remembered something about me that I had started to forget.
He knew me before Milan, before the UN, before job titles, marriage, motherhood, and all the adult ways we learn to explain who we are. He remembered the girl who got on a plane from Brazil to New Zealand without really knowing what she was doing and went anyway.
This episode is about the people we collect across different chapters of our lives, and the strange way they sometimes become witnesses to versions of…
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