Five years ago, I signed the lease to my apartment in the Mission.
At this very moment, I am standing at the kitchen counter of that very same apartment—in the middle of a brief interlude of baking at night.
But FIVE years. This apartment has seen many of things—in particular:
three different roommates
three different couches/futons and dining tables
my foray into cooking and baking that never stopped
the many many Mission marches and parades past on Valencia
my variations on transit in San Francisco—biking, driving, walking, public transiting
the initial house parties and now occasional dinner parties
the (desperate) meetings of Deep Fried Twinkies
the growth of devices that grew from one single computer to multiple phones to multiple tablets
lack of decoration
my never-ending inability to maintain a clean room
my increase in kitchen cookery
the months of unemployment, changing of jobs, career hunting
the beginnings and endings of my relationships
the awkward friends that I initially had when I first moved to San Francisco and the true friends I made…that I intend to be long-lasting
and…me hopefully growing to be a better person than I was five years ago