So I had just moved by myself to LA from San Diego to go to Culinary School. On the days when I felt my loneliest and school had beaten my spirits down, I would always go into this yogurt shop called Pinkberry where I would instantly feel better the moment I swallowed that first bite of swirly goodness. Now I'm working at a great restaurant and my dreams are coming true but everytime I step into pinkberry now, I feel the butterflies of nostalgia and my day is instantly better
