I wrote this more than six weeks ago just to put something down. I’ve feared polishing it since. Today, May 30th, 2015, I’m publishing it unedited along with the previous birthday posts because the raw ideas are more fun to look back on.

A year ago I didn’t publish the first thing I had written in almost two years. I regret not sharing it then but am proud to read it now.

Ten years ago I wasn’t sure I would graduate high school. I remember being locked away in my room reading about GED programs, figuring out if I could go to college without a high school diploma. I was already accepted; had a dorm, a roommate, a major. My last semester was a real low point. I still have my “Poetry Anthology” where the teacher wrote:

I hope you look back on this in brighter times and feel relieved that this is behind you.

Now, I’m in brighter times. We’re still really enjoying SF and preparing to move into our first condo. The isocket journey is over. I need to write more about that experience (for myself if for anyone).