I made my first commute from Church Hill to Charlottesville a year ago today. Luckily, that was only for three weeks.
Renée wasn’t quite here yet. There was still one more day before I contacted my current landlord. There was about a month before I made good on my promise to Katy.
After the spectacular ludicrousness that was December 2011 to August 2012, I was and still am relieved to be here, in more ways than one.
(Not including this sentence, this isn’t my shortest entry. There was one with fewer than 10 words back in 2004.)