The Golden Gate Bridge

In 20 15, i was in graduate school to try to get my teaching license here in massachusetts. In the spring of that year, my father very suddenly died. After a few years of building myself back up, i finally had the means to travel for the very first time. I went to santa rosa, california, where i went to the sonoma harvest music festival. And on my last day there, i visited san francisco before my flight home. And i stood there at the vista point, overlooking the golden gate bridge. All i could think of as i was i there looking at that landmark of all landmarks, was, i made it, dad.