Today would mark approximately one year since I first stepped into your apartment. A thrill of the unknown and the chance to harness the power of creation. That’s what I felt when I first took a seat on the couch and listened the investor pitch that first day.

And so I remember toward the end of the first week, when we were sitting on the couch and you told me about your birthday party you were holding that Saturday. I was invited even though I barely knew the group. I was really included. I went to the party, knowing that I would know nobody, but I took that risk. The feeling that you believed in me. I won’t forget that first week.

I do miss the great view of the downtown and the bay bridge. The intensity yet laid back feeling of it all.

It is now one year later. And six months later. I believe we should live with little regrets. Because ultimately, we gained experience in our own mistakes and failures. And that itself brings us closer to our hopes and dreams.

It seems appropriate to share my thoughts now in this pseudo-anniversary. Thank you for the great experience and have a great birthday.