Notes on 6 Weeks in San Francisco

I'm proud of myself, damnit.

I’m proud of myself. This is so hard for me to say (or write). But I’m doing it, damnit.

Flying to San Francisco and staying there for six weeks, while working my 9-5 job as well as doing a lot of caregiving for a toddler and baby was completely outside of my comfort zone. Getting up at 5:30am was also very outside of my comfort zone, but I did it, and …