“I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which
apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's
been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it.
I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me,
it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and
stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just
added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still
beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting
up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and
grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you
half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing
dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new
things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything.
Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I
love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school.
It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking
spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and
trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything
uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe
I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out
of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint
chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I
love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that
make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and
skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in
a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I
love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to
a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've
loved my fans from the very first day, but they've said
things and done things recently that make me feel like
they're my friends -- more now than ever before. I'll
never go a day without thinking about our memories
together.”
― Taylor Swift,