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Six Years

Six Years

Fourth of July will always be a special holiday for me. Not just because I love fireworks and BBQ and patriotic fruit cakes, but because it marks the weekend on which I moved to San Francisco. Six years ago last weekend, I made the best decision of my life (so far, at least).

Three Years.

Three Years.

Three years ago, I made the best decision of my entire life. I packed up all my belongings and journeyed to San Francisco. I was unsure of what to expect — I didn’t have any friends or family in the city.

I MOVED! Wanna see?

I MOVED! Wanna see?

I’ve been told I live a charmed life, and to some extent, I believe it. It amazes and surprises me how my life has just fallen into place perfectly over the past year. And this experience was no different.

Friday Q&A

The Friday Q&A series was put on hiatus for the past two weeks, but now we’re back in action! Don’t forget to send me your questions! Q from Josh: Lauren…Now that its been about 8 months since you were given the opportunity to leave Colorado, is...

Home is where the memories are…

So, there’s a “SOLD” sign in front of my childhood house now. My family has been trying to sell that house for years now. It’s been on and off the market several times. And this time, it took. Someone else is buying our house. It’s a weird feeling and I didn’t exactly...

My big move part 1: My life in 43 boxes (and a few suitcases)

It’s amazing how someone’s life can fit into boxes. Well, at least the material things you own. Packing my life and my house last week was definitely hard. Not only did I have to sort through everything, I had to pack and plan ahead for three trips – one to San...

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