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Perhaps it was when I started taking the bus to work every morning.

Or maybe when I started sitting on the far left side window seat that yielded the sights of the city skyline. Perhaps it all started when I received my first paycheck that late March evening.

Looking out the foggy glass, my breath clouding the looming buildings from view, I couldn't help but muse.

When, I wonder, had it all began?