Five years ago, 4th of July meant nothing to me. It was one of the days that I panicked that I was about to go abroad, to leave my beloved city and friends, to start an impossible long distance relationship, and also — excitement and…

…or maybe not so new, not so serious

Second year into San Francisco, the city I love (maybe) and I hate (maybe, but more likely). So, this is me, never sure about anything (as you see…