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24 . Restaurant Manager . Cali Girl . Professional food taster . Coffee addict . Quasi-Hipster . DC based


Sometimes there will be nights where I’ll sit up in bed and just wonder how the fuck I got to where I am in this very moment in time. Sitting on my bed in my apartment in Washington, D.C. sipping on my tea getting settled for slumber to get ready for another day at the restaurant, doing exactly what I went to school for and still feeling like something isn’t right… On paper my life sounds perfect for my 24 year old life, then why doesn’t it feel like it?