I’m twenty-five years old and it feels weird. Five years ago you could not have convinced me that I’d have such amazing friends and such a wonderful life. I am lucky. I had a truly great birthday and although it was spent more than two thousand miles away from Pennsylvania, I felt at home. Thanks to everyone who made this a great day, East Coast or West, I love you. No thanks to the cab drivers of San Francisco. No one needs to get anywhere that fast.
I miss my boyfriend, my dog, and my city, but there is so much more work left to do. Onward to Atlanta!