I'm reading my journal I brought with me to Cabo in 2012. The first page I wrote:
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Saturday Jan 9th 2012
Today I am prepping for my move to Cabo san Lucas for one last attempt at online poker.
I remember that time, but it's almost impossible to understand how I felt then. I was making
one last attempt - in 2012. Yet, somehow here we still are in 2016, slaving away. I've survived, but life today isn't better than it was in 2011 or 2012. It's almost certainly worse as I've spent so much time with poker I've let my own life wither away.
I'm flying home today to see family and consider the future. There's so much more I want to do in this life than play poker and I'm not sure that Mexico is the place I should be.