Jan 30 was my last day at the Santa Clara apartment. Three years in that cozy place that was supposed to be temporary. My lease renewal would come by in December. And somehow every December I would be standing at extreme crossroads of life.
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Jan 30 was my last day at the Santa Clara apartment. Three years in that cozy place that was supposed to be temporary. My lease renewal would come by in December. And somehow every December I would be standing at extreme crossroads of life.