Greetings from a grown-upby Lina Osman | August 18, 2025It is summer, still. The internship was my first real claim on the city, the first time I belonged to its rhythm instead of merely visiting. Now I know, instinctively, when I’ve brushed my teeth for a full two minutes with my whitening, clinical toothpaste. The friendship that was once accidental becomes strategic, planned, and adult, and in planning, some of the sweetness is lost. I am grateful for it—the trial run of an adult life, the glimpse of its loneliness and its satisfactions.