If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to take another look back at my project, this time through song.
Last days are never as profound as they appear on television.
Chapter IV: It's hard to express just how disastrously those first months in San Francisco went for us, but consider this: we moved to one of the priciest cities in the world in the month that economists have identified as the nadir of the worst economic collapse since the Great Depression. So, not great.
Chapter III: At 24, I was single, young (not that I knew it), and living in the land of milk and silicone.
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.
June 1st, 2005 - June 1st 2015.
For 9 years, I have made my way from one U.S. city to the next, making friends, finding work, getting by. Getting old. When I started this project, not a single episode of How I Met Your Mother had aired and Neil Patrick Harris had yet to ascend to the role of everyone's favorite gay man (sorry Anderson Cooper).
The year has started to settle.