Yesterday as I was flying up south to Oakland, I thought about how great the Bay Area really is…and how I could recognize the freeways from over 3000 miles high. And how there is no place on earth like the Bay Area…and how I…<\/p>\n
Ok, stop there. No thoughtful mushy ilovebayarea post here. Despite a small moment of yearning, I felt this kind of reluctance to return. Everything is too familiar. Everything, so many people are the same. I really couldn\\’t tell what freeway or bridge I was looking at over 3000 miles above. And I would hate to stoop to the line of I love the Bay Area and I could never leave.<\/i> After spending one year in Pittsburgh, I find that I really like new things. Change is good. Even though Pittsburgh lacks much of the \\”excitement\\” that a city like San Francisco (or Berkeley for that matter) has, Pittsburgh has its own charm. Any small adventure in Pittsburgh is a large adventure itself. And its own uniqueness. And serendipity. There\\’s no such thing in the Bay Area. It is expected that things are different out there. There are no remarks about how horrible the weather is, how loud the thunder is, because it never isn\\’t.<\/p>\n
Not that I miss Pittsburgh, but why would I want to live in a place that I have lived my entire life? I am one of the few people I know from Berkeley that decided to go out of state after graduation. So many people are afraid to leave what they know. You can always learn to love anywhere you move to. Silver linings are abound.<\/p>\n
But the people I shall always miss. If you\\’re available this week (until next Monday when I leave), give me a call. Or e-mail. Or aim!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday as I was flying up south to Oakland, I thought about how great the Bay Area really is…and how I could recognize the freeways from over 3000 miles high. And how there is no place on earth like the … Continue reading