Hannah eventually wrote a collection of essays detailing her time in New York with Jessa, Marnie, Shosh, Elijah, and even Adam. It includes a 26-page, painfully detailed account of that time she jammed a Q-tip regrettably far into her eardrum but has absolutely no mention of that time she tried to go down on Ray while he was driving. See? She's learned to filter herself a teeny tiny bit. She sent the manuscript to publishers, but rejected all of the editors' revisions and eventually just published the whole thing on Medium herself, like a real millennial.
Hannah hung onto that job — which, honestly, I'm still totally confused about how she landed it in the first place, since she was super unqualified for it — and visits Jessa in Brooklyn every now and then to remember what life used to be like. She met a guy who is less judgmental than Fran but more sane than Adam at one of Jessa's nude yoga classes. He moved out of the city to live with her and Grover, and she knew he was the one when he read all of her essays and told her she's the voice of her generation, something she'd known all along to be true.
