We left Australia over a month ago and as seems to be the case with such moves that life already feels a bit like an unreality. Our daily routines have shifted into new (albeit temporary) ones involving trips to the parks within walking distance of our rental in San Francisco, vegan donuts, lattes instead of flat whites, and the occasional beach trip to our beloved cold Pacific Ocean. We are in a strange limbo of being “home” in San Francisco while waiting to transition to our permanent home in Sonoma County (very soon — and more about that soon, too). So we’re soaking up the fog and sun, the feeling of being back where we belong for San Francisco, for me, will always have my heart and will feel like the truest of right places to be.
It’s been fun talking about our old life to our girls — we’ve visited the Mill for toast and drinks and it didn’t really seem like five years had passed since I walked around the neighborhood with a six-week old Sierra snoozing on my chest while I ate a chocolate chip cookie and stayed out of our apartment while the movers packed up the last of our things. (We will be seeing those things again soon enough and the fun of downsizing will begin again. But really, it is fun and I love downsizing). We’ve played at Alamo Square Park and played in the Panhandle. We’ve gone near-daily to the amazing playground in Golden Gate Park and stayed out past dinnertime. We’ve ridden the carousel and watched the clouds blow in from the ocean in later afternoon. It’s been so good. I did have an unfortunate running accident last weekend which necessitated 15 stitches in my knee and a current inability to engage in much wandering so I’m grateful we did as much as we did do in the first weeks here.
