When I was in my mid twenties, I decided to move to New York City. It was a bold move, having never been more than 90 minutes from my family and our familiar Northern California landscape. But I had been dying to be somewhere bigger, to do something bigger, for as long as I could remember. My move to New York was to be my first big risk of adulthood and…
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