Maybe my daughter starting middle school in the fall has me a bit nostalgic, but recently I started thinking about how much of a blessing the city I once despised has been to me since I returned in 2006.
I’ve been in denial for the last year.
Today is my 45th birthday. It’s funny how 45 seemed so old when I was a kid. Now, as my college roommate so aptly put it a few weeks ago, 45 is the new 35. With any journey, there are always lessons. Here are a few things I’ve learned.