“I had expectations of what my adult life might look like. It was going to be sophisticated and full of adventure. I’d meet interesting people and do interesting things, and I’d be hot and happy. It certainly did not involve me lying on my living room floor on a Tuesday evening with a slightly stale bag of chips and a pile of tissues because listening to “Marjorie” makes me miss my Nana and I can’t stop crying. But I also can’t stop listening to it.”
