This birthday, I think more than any other birthday, I've been reflecting on my past. I spent a good amount of time last night looking through baby pictures (some from exactly 25 years ago) and thinking about where I am now vs. where I thought I'd be vs. where I want to be.
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| Baby Me and Daddy in my first home, San Rafael, CA |
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| A friend, Me and my favorite teacher at the top of Mt Abraham |
It's weird living in the place you grew up...Everything you drive past has between 4 and 5,000 memories associated with it. And that can be comforting and nice, but it can also 'ruin' places for you.
On my 22nd birthday, I promised myself I'd be living in California by my 27th birthday. And if I turned 27 and wasn't there, I'd have to drop everything and make the move, job or no job, money saved or not, place to crash or not. Do or die.
I've got two years to meet that goal - I think I can do it.
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| Just a bonus shot of me as an 8 year old. For fun. :P |



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