When I was little, we used to go to my Aunt’s house for Thanksgiving.
As grateful as we were to have a bountiful table to feast upon for this day of gratitude, it was also a reminder to be careful what you wish for. 604 more words
I live in San Francisco, when I’m not visiting Paris. SF is a much smaller city than Paris, but both are comprised of distinct neighborhoods that are easily walkable, and that offer its residents a myriad of interesting non-corporate experiences. 447 more words