Well dear reader, it’s official. We’re moving to Brooklyn at the end of the month.  The top floor of the humble brownstone you see before you will be the new home of yours truly.  The landlords (who occupy the ground floor) are incredibly kind people with two of the sweetest cats I’ve had the pleasure of administering chin scratchies to.  

And now, the countdown begins.  Only a few more weeks of my beloved golden state. I know myself reader…I’ll make hollow promises to make the best of this time that’s slipping away as we speak.  In the end though, I’ll probably end up doing the same old things I do routinely.  Getting snackies at our favorite bakery, walking down to the corner liquor store to chat with the clerks that have so dutifully provided us with libations over the past several years, sitting in my back yard while my cats graze on the weeds poking up through the hard clay bay area soil.  These are the things I will miss the most.  

Thanks for all the years of lovely memories San Francisco, you’ve been a real peach.

I’ll hold a special place in my heart for you always.

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