For most of my life, but even more potently in the last 5-10 years, I've been itching to experience life in a big city, to be immersed in culture, opportunities, restaurants and entertainment. I've always nurtured this burning question: what would it be like to live in a big city? For many years I've set that question aside to pursue other priorities and truthfully wondered if I'd ever get to answer it. The day I moved into my San Francisco apartment was the day. It was the day I finally reached that goal. The day I began to answer that long lingering question. Tears welled up and excitement bubbled over. December 7, 2006 was the starting day of the chapter of my life I'd been anticipating and hoping for. Each day since has been an added affirmation of having arrived at this goal. I feel very at home and comfortable in my new city/neighborhood/apartment and with the friends I have here. City life may not turn out to be my ultimate life's happiness, but now have the chance to find out just what it's like.
| December 18, 2006 01:08am | 
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