On arrival.

My very quiet Uber driver is doing me a favor.

This is the last 20 minutes of quiet I’ll have for a very long time, and I don’t want to waste it on small talk.

Riding in the back of a Toyota Corolla at 9:24 at night in San Francisco is oddly calming. The car’s headlights and small bright dots of buildings in the city’s landscape are all that illuminate the cool California night.

I’m headed into the heart of downtown, to the corner of Taylor and Eddy Street for a 9-month adventure that is sure to yield a different Hannah on the other end.

A stronger Hannah. A better Hannah.

5 minutes now.

I’m nervous about how I’m going to be received, and how I’m going to receive. I’m nervous about how much luggage I brought. It’s late, and I spent more money on this Uber than I would have liked.

Too late for regrets now, and too late for second-guessing.

We’re pulling up.

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