Julianna Goldfarb

The 3,035 miles I’ve put between myself and Miami have changed me as a person. I have berkeley-fied myself down to the nose piercing and learned to love TJ’s and Safeway instead of Publix.

Faces on screens with vague interests listed below aren't actually real despite their one-mile-away icon. That is until you sit behind them in Jewish Studies 100 and subsequently realize you did, in fact, match on Hinge.

“One second a day reminded me of all the joy in my life without ignoring the sadness. 2022 was hard, and that is okay.”

After a lifetime of friendship and three years of dating, you get to know someone pretty well and stop thinking about all the nuances between the sheets. So, I had yet to learn how foreign it would be to actually hook up with someone different.

It’s an embarrassing and dangerous place; we've all had moments where we were thinking with our dicks instead of our brain.

I think I wanted to learn how to play chess once but, most importantly, I always wanted to "do more unreasonable things, like make plans on a Tuesday." 

Too often, I've looked back at a late-night DoorDash with nothing but disappointment.

I find special days incredibly stressful because I want so badly to have every second feel special, when in reality it's just another day. Anniversaries, holidays, birthdays: they always disappoint me.

Like all 15-year-olds do, my French beau and I eventually ventured past French kissing and together explored uncharted territory. This also sucked.

Before coming to Berkeley , I had kissed more girls than guys, and if we’re being honest, that ratio hasn’t changed much since. Kissing your friends is normal, or so 17-year-old me thought. Kisses are silly and meaningless, which has allowed my closeted self to kiss basically every single girl I’m close to, from dorm friends to sorority sisters.