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Some things are perfect. Even on days like today when the feeling of fall enters the air and work seems impossible. Like the way that I can clear small debris and liquids directly from the cutting board into the sink. No cupped hands to catch the scratch and precariously transfer it several feet over into the sink or the garbage. No drips along the way. Just one fell swoop. Design, my friends. It’s a beautiful thing.

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It was five months between when we moved to New York City and when I returned back home to Ithaca for a visit. This shocked me. When we moved to New York I imagined myself gleefully, blissfully hopping the bus upstate for some R&R. I imagined this happening often. After living so far away for so long, I was sure to take advantage of my relative proximity to family, community, and relative calm at home. So, why did it take so long to return? Well, moving takes time. Transitions require attention. Now it feels nice to be in a place where I can go home for a few days without feeling tied to my new home. Just in time, however, for the arrival of our new puppy tomorrow… at least I can take her on the bus with me!

Bay Area beauties.

This past week I returned to the bay area for a seminar, but also had the intense delight of returning home to Oakland for some much needed friend time. As I drove down familiar streets I had the distinct feeling that reminds you of home. I had just turned 22 when I moved to Berkeley and I feel like I grew up in the bay area. Joey and I fell in love there and it was in the bay area where I made some of the most precious friendships ripe with personal and intellectual closeness – friends who I miss daily. While we no longer live in Oakland, and I have felt more at home in NY than anywhere else, we made an incredible life in Oakland and the place still tells the tale.

Different classes for different phases at the most welcoming dance studio ever.

An era if there ever was one, the golden age perhaps.

The best Mexican we’ve ever had, ever, and a place for making new family.

A million ice creams at Fenton’s Creamery to mark a million occasions.

Quick weeknight dinners with the most dear friends in all the land.

We had a first date, a proposal dinner, and a bar exam celebration at Filippos.

Sam’s Chowder House is delicious, and it’s in Half Moon Bay where we’ve had the best beach walks.

A special place for walking and talking.