Everything changed in September. We moved to the Bay Area. Scott and I had regularly talked about moving back to the States, but it was always the 3-5 year plan. I never thought it would actually happen. It happened. The time between making the decision and crossing the border felt really short although I think it was actually 6 weeks. The move will be good for us. We are near family. There are good career opportunities for both of us– always a challenge with 2 professionals. But I spent 15 years in Vancouver. I had just turned 22 and finished my engineering degree and had no dreams that most of my adult life would be spent in Canada. Almost exactly 15 years later (within 4-5 days!), I crossed the border again. It was the longest I have ever lived in one place.
Moves are often hard. Toss in a couple months of temporary housing (Scott was living with my sister. The kiddo and I were living with my mom about 1.5 hours away), a geriatric cat and two new day cares, and it is a lot of change. But we are here now. This isn’t my forever home, but it will be the right place for us right now.
There are a lot of ‘our kind of people’ here. This is one of the few places in the USA where we can get around every day without using a car.
There is a lot of good beer.
And we live close enough to the “best single track in the East Bay” at Joaquin Miller Park that we can ride from home.
Camping trips to National Parks.
Lots of cyclocross races.
We got a family membership to the climbing gym. Scott boulders at Dogpatch during lunch. I do yoga and strength training at Great Western Power in Oakland. We spend family time at Ironworks in Berkeley (child care and rental kids harnesses!).
But it has been the 1 weekend we have spent on snow that really made me smile and soothed my heart. It might have been seeing Beryl on skis for the first time.
Or it might have been the lack of oxygen and fitness with the first skate of the year at 7000 ft (2100 m).
But it felt really good. Like this really is someplace I want to be for a few years.