I moved to New York City then Brooklyn. It was difficult to leave the Bay, if I remember correctly I changed the flight of my one-way ticket 3x. I lived in 3 separate apartments and collectively lived with 12 different room mates. I freelanced for 1.5 weeks before I was offered a full-time position. I left the country twice and visited home 3x. I taught myself to be selfish and racked up the most hours of "me time" in my life—it was integral. I turned 30 years old. I've gone on a walk-of-shame home, only to be caught by my room mate in the kitchen. I've gone on a walk-of-shame straight to work, I don't recommend that to anyone, haha. I've gone on 5 first dates. I found out that I am a magnet for unavailable men, trust me (this is a blog in itself). I've made amazing relationships with people who were just mutual friends, co-workers and the people I've lived with. I've made a home for myself on the other side of the country. I've adapted and thrived, all amidst letting go of the the only relationship I've known my entire adult life.

Thanks 2013, you were good to me. I hoped you would be.

2014—I see you.