One Year

(The day after we moved to CA)

Today marks one year that Sam, Camus, and I have lived in California. Sammy has spent more time in California than in Pennsylvania, her birth state. It’s still dream-like. It’s still weird (we wear jackets– in August!) and it still feels like we’re visitors. But this little house by the Bay is definitely home now. (Sammy reminded us of that every day while we were in San Diego.) Driving home from the Cheeseboard yesterday, we caught a spectacular view of San Francisco floating on the clouds above the water, and then the ruddy Golden Gate Bridge stretching off to the North Bay. Such a graceful city. I enjoy this view nearly every day and I don’t want to get used to it. I hope it always surprises the breath out of me. If that’s the price of feeling like a visitor, so be it. There’s a lot about living in the Bay Area that troubles us (cost of living, insane housing market, earthquakes, statists, to name a few) but this place is up there with Cassis, France as one of the most beautiful places I’ve had the fortune to live.