BAMMA was like my cocoon. Before it, I was an immature kid who had no clue what he would do in life. Now, I am an aspiring young journalist, and it feels great to actually have a direction in life. I'm trying to chase that dream by applying to Youth Radio today and by keeping in touch with that mag editor I met-hopefully things pan out for me.
Anyway, the days after BAMMA have been treating me great. I chased fireworks with my mom on the Fourth (I think every single one we saw was illegal ha), I went to a birthday, and I did something I wasn't able to do in two weeks: I slept in. (Hallelujah!)
However, I feel that BAMMA has proven that I am ready to move out. Like right now. Right NOW right now. If only I was able to stay in that dorm for eternity, then I would be completely satisfied...oh well at least I'm having fun with my life.
Well, that's all I got for now. Stay strange, San Francisco =)
-T.
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