These golden gates? They'll be in my sights come end of June.
That's right. I'm going to San Francisco. I've never been there, ever. I've never even been to California. But I'm going. With my parents. For eight days. And I get my own hotel room.
I will walk streets I've never walked, breathe in air that fills my lungs with newness and possibility. I will take pictures and make memories and spend time with people I love. My mom! She'll be there! Do you know what that feels like? She's doing so well! She's come so far from those scary days of not-so-long ago.
I have something to look forward to.
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Sorry you were sad, but grateful that it gave me something to read tonight. Needed it.
The San Francisco Bay never ceases to bring me to tears.
You will love it. The Hubs was there for a conference a few years back and still wants to get the kid and I out there because he it enjoyed it so much.
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