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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).

Sometimes, at times.

Sometimes, at times.

Sometimes, I lie, on my stomach with my knees bent, feet crossed on my bed in my top floor studio apartment and wonder how I got here. To this point. To the brink of complete happiness.

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