HeyJaredAll of Me by Anna Vatuone
For nearly a decade, I’ve shared my life online. Now I'm making sense of what I’ve learned. 'All of Me' is about living authentically, yes. But it's also about the toll it takes, and how it changes us. Soul food for anyone who dares to be seen.
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Five Things I’ve Noticed One Month Into Motherhood (opens the original)
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I gave birth to my son Rory one month ago. And for whatever reason, I’ve had a difficult time writing about it. There has been so much life packed into these last few weeks, so much feeling, that trying to put any of it into words has felt daunting and maybe even a little futile.<div class="image2-inset
What I Know About Waiting (opens the original)
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It was mid-August, the sun still high in the sky. My parents had just driven away in their Honda Pilot, and I sat on the floor of my freshman dorm room unpacking the remaining pile of boxes.I remember a lot from that day. How it felt to open the sliding glass door and stand on the patio, overlooking the campus lawn. Stocking the kitchen cabinets with plastic cups and plates and utensils. Decorating our dorm room with my best friend—strategically placing our blue and green throw pillows from Pier
What's in my hospital bag as a first-time mom. (opens the original)
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The infamous hospital bag. A third-trimester rite of passage.When I sat down to work on mine, I honestly felt scattered and a little unsure of what to include. I think what stressed me out the most was watching dozens of videos and carousels of strangers packing perfect, organized bags and wondering how I was ever going to remember all of that. Everyone seemed so organized, thoughtful and put-together. And I have never felt that way in my life!Logically, I knew that if I needed something neither
She'll never be nineteen again. (opens the original)
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The summer I was nineteen, I worked as a waitress at Applebee’s in Gilroy, California, trying to save as much money as I could before studying abroad in Italy.At the end of August, my flight would take off from San Francisco, stop over in Zurich, and land in Florence. I could practically taste the gelato. I had two and a half months to save everything I could. So I picked up every shift I could get. I said yes to doubles, yes to closing, yes to covering for anyone who wanted their Saturday night
Night Trains, Tiny Comforts, and the Vienna that Waits for Us All (opens the original)
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I didn’t want to be alone in Florence. I remember that. It was winter break and nearly all seventy students in my study abroad program had scattered across Europe for the holidays, including my roommates. At two in the morning, I sat hunched over a map on my laptop searching for somewhere I had never been. Somewhere cheap enough to get to, but exciting enough to merit my first real solo adventure.I found a train ticket to Vienna. At the time, I knew exactly three things about Austria: The Sound
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