Many pixels were spilled by me about the inner me.
Who am I?
I know that the last month or so in Cleveland I was about the happiest I’ve been in recent memory. A couple folks know the details of why I was happy.
I left Cleveland.
Good with the sad;
Happy with the bad.
The decisions I made;
The friendships I bade,
I know it’s the NRE… I know it was a strange fleeting experience. Happy. Close. Free. Me. I have to say that this has been one of the hardest decisions I’ve made.
Ok. I’ve never moved cities, so I can’t speak too much on the topic. Don’t sue.
I love the city here in Seattle. I miss my recent connections in Cleveland.
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You, dear reader, vere likely have no idea WTF I’m writing on and on about. That’s OK. I’m fine with that. I’m writing for me. Sometimes it’s just me — talking to you — and you might not know what that is.