I don't know how to let go anymore

I recall a time when I used to run around the halls wearing a bra outside my long-sleeved sesame street shirt from when I was 3 that fit me like it was painted on. How my parents let me out of the house in something so form-fitting is beyond me.

I think every other week I find myself thinking that I wish I gave more and got into the habit of carrying change in my pocket. I want to do that for real. I need to give more yo.

P.S. I'm going to Miami for shavuot but I'd rather be in Israel.

P.P.S. I may sublet from a friend soon if I can afford it. Stay tuned.