Blasting through the past

As I was roaring down the 101 at full tilt, I realized that the Bay Area is definitely a part of my past. I met with some former colleagues today, and I am still glad that I made the move that I did.

It was nice to see the old neighbourhood. It felt familiar and alien at the same time. Sometimes you have to go back to remember why you left.

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