"You know man, in high school, I was intimidated by you," I said. "When we started hanging out, I thought you were super rich or something. I mean, we didn't hang out much, but still."
Kristopher laughed and commented on how we had both grown and changed since those days. I could see it. We had not talked since high school, so I was eager
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When my dad was alive, I used to run through damp fields, exploring a wide-open property in the backwoods of Poulsbo, Washington. Hills dove up and down all the way to what felt like the edge of the West Coast, overlooking rugged and murky waters. Most days on the shoreline it was overcast and the beach remained a muddy brown, often covered in black
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My childhood in Colorado consisted of bouncing between Denver-suburb towns Westminster and Arvada as I struggled to find continuity in my schooling and myself.
My friends mixed as I spent elementary and part of middle school in Westminster then moved to Arvada for middle school and high school. Even my high school years had a hard time figuring themselves out, which was symbolic of my
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As the first month in SF rolled on, we started to explore. We had to stop eating out, which had become regular fare in Denver. Whole Foods was nearby. So was Trader Joe's - a new market delicacy to us with our gluten-free diet. Trying to manage a gluten-free diet through Whole Foods in SF without a job put me quickly on the welfare path.
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March in San Francisco was rainy. I heard days were a mixture of rain and wind off the Bay but had no idea what to expect in terms of coldness. Coming from Colorado, though, right as the snow was at an end, we were prepared with plenty of clothing. I stocked up on cheap H&M garments. Any given day I was wearing the same pull-over
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