933 Howard street was home before I even knew. One of the first things I did when I moved to the US was to go to there, to meet some people before Bay to Breakers. Since then my American life was bound to that address.
There I met people I have as best friends today and luckily, a couple of years later, some of them became my roommates.
There I said goodbye to great friends, that went back to their home country.
There I spent countless hours crying over the hardest breakup of my life.
There I learned so many things, from subatomic particles to welding.
There I celebrated my friends’ wedding and got mad drunk and happy.
Now it’s my turn to say goodbye to 933 Howard street. Thank you for everything!