Some things age. Some dry. Others wash away in the night. Bouquets surrender to the sun and live on behind glass. Childhood playmates find their soulmates. The people we love leave us and return through the stories that still make a room laugh. Sometimes the places we call home break open. Still, we go on.
Ten years ago, I started a blog called The Daily By Daniel. I had just made the leap from LA to New York, standing at the edge of my twenties and at the center of a dream — to conquer the Big Apple with every little bit of my being. A decade later, I’ve leapt again — this time into my thirties, where the weight of both faith and fear have made space for something new.
