It was the day before my 29th birthday. Last minute I decided to go to Detroit.
When you are in the perfection of the moment nothing has to make sense nothing really matters.
The Other Detroit
I'm going to miss this office. Growth is good, right?
I've been 'home' for three months now, but it still doesn't feel like home. I can't wait to go back.
The day I fell while running was full of blue sky and sunshine.