Friday, July 10, 2009
I grew up in San Francisco. I wasn't born here, but I grew up here.
In September of 1991, just one month before my 21st birthday, I left the smoggy sun of Southern California for the best City in the world.
In San Francisco I learned how to be an adult and how to be accountable for my actions. But most importantly, I learned how to be me, and how to be comfortable with me.
I learned not only how to be comfortable with my peculiarities, but to enjoy them. I learned that I could love, be strong, be myself. And be happy.
In San Francisco I learned to dance.