Living in Berkeley is a privilege in itself. The only way my parents can justify paying the exorbitant rent prices here is the fact that I'm getting my college education at Cal. Over the past three years, the East Bay has been my playground. I've been able to explore the little nooks and crannies of Berkeley, Oakland, and San Francisco with ease. I take it for granted that I don't even need to drive anywhere. I can walk, bus, and BART to wherever I please! When you grow up in Stockton and the most exciting thrill is a visit to the grocery store (I shit you not, going to Food 4 Less is the closest thing to painting the town red in Weston Ranch), I feel like I've been living the dream here in the Bay. It's even better when you live with your closest friends that make you feel like your Berkeley trap haus is your home away from home.
*DISCLAIMER: I lost the Instax photo from this day but it was an über cute one of Yensy and Michelle at Panda Express with our fake (yet delicious) Chinese food. I'm still salty that I lost it, but I'm trying to be better at not getting too worked up about misplacing material objects. Hence, this photo taken in the Mission will suffice.*