The “Lasts” Tour
It is hard to believe that in three weeks we will be packing our car and leaving the Bay Area indefinitely. I still remember the day I officially moved to the west coast. I checked three exploding bags (that was when airlines didn’t care about charging you for checking your things) and boarded a plane in Chicago, Illinois bound for Oakland, California. Ten boxes of the things I felt comfortable shipping were on FedEx trucks making their way to Oakland as well.
While I was excited to be joining Dave in California, I was really sad at the idea of leaving my former life behind. I remember the deep void I felt as I went to sleep in Dave’s bachelor pad apartment. I think Dave was also questioning our decision as he saw the tears that night.
I woke up the next morning and it was a sunny and warm Sunday in January. I didn’t need gloves, boots or a hat to leave the house. We grabbed our sunglasses, a light jacket and walked to the local farmer’s market. At that moment, I knew I’d made the right decision.
We are starting the tour of our Bay Area Greatest Hits. Our last farmer’s market trip. Our last trip to wine country. Our last hike up our neighboring mountain. It’s all very bittersweet, especially since we don’t know where we will end up when we return from our trip.
One of our favorite Sunday activities is taking our little smokey Joe grill to Redwood Regional Park in Oakland and having a BBQ with just us or whatever friends can join. We had the chance yesterday to have our “last” Redwood Regional BBQ and on a 75 degree day in late October, we couldn’t have asked for a better send off.
We have some great “lasts” coming up. A trip to Sonoma with great friends, spending Thanksgiving in Yosemite with our family and a dinner at Chez Panisse to celebrate our new life in style.
I’m sure the tears will start all over again five years later as we pack new boxes and say goodbye to a home that has treated us so well.