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This Forgotten Passage From My Digital Diary Made Me Smile
Today, I decided to open an old document with many random thoughts. It has a word count of 9,671.
I found this section in it:
It’s July 22nd, 2013, Monday morning. I’m at Epi, a cozy little perfectly-lit café/bakery on University Ave in Palo Alto. It’s funny how inspiring the marriage of a jackhammer and latin music can be. I sit below a built-in shelf in the wall, housing bottles of Pinot Grigio from 2011. The owner is balancing her books with a stern look on her face. I wish I had done this before. Exactly ten years ago to the day, I remember cruising up this road as a tourist. Never would I have believed it if someone would have told me that I would be living in the Bay Area one day.
Today, I’m a New Yorker. Where will I be in 10 years?
