Midnight in San Francisco
<p>I have spent my whole life in Boston. Any Bostonian, including my partner Mary, would say it is the best place in the whole world. I spent the majority of my time behind a laptop, sometimes with a notepad, but I got to see enough of the city over the last 25 years. Everything ranges from Fenway Park when the Red Sox played in the World Series to the one hidden restaurant deep inside the city that serves the greatest food, which I would never mention again. Outside of my blog page, I worked part-time at a pharmacy. Life gets more expensive, but my photos and blogs help finance this lifestyle. I remembered receiving an email that would change the rest of my life. A gentleman reached out to say he enjoyed my writing and would love to hear my takes on the West Coast, specifically San Francisco. We exchanged emails a few more times before he offered to pay for my expenses for two weeks in San Francisco and write to him about my overall experience. I often drank on Sunday night, which is when I read the email, so I tend to do something pretty rash. I woke up the next day and saw my drunken reply to him, which was a resounding “Yes”.</p>
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