Two Decades Later
Sitting in the sunny South Park, watching dogs and their humans walk by, I suddenly remembered — it is two decades since I packed my bags and moved to San Francisco. Again, I almost didn’t remember. It took a random text message from an old friend in New York that reminded me of the 20th anniversary.
I came here reluctantly — mostly because I had no choice. I hung on to my storage unit, thinking I would eventually return, so why move everything over? I kept the phone number too. The storage unit and its contents are gone. Only the number remains, and some friendships. Otherwise, New York is now a distant memory, a part of my life that never will be. And neither will be the New York of those days. What remains is a map of memories I like to visit occasionally.
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