“Are you feeling settled?” has been the refrain from well-meaning friends and neighbors since we moved two months ago. I have my standard answer, a chipper We’re getting there!, followed by the laundry list of home improvement projects we’ve completed so far.
But if I were completely honest? No. Of course not. I cried when I drove away from our home in San Francisco. I can barely bring myself to read SFGate without feeling wistful. Every time I want to do anything — order sushi takeout, pop into a café to write, purchase a last-minute birthday gift — means extensive Yelp reconnaissance instead of just *knowing* where to go. I am unmoored.
But then something like this happens….
…and I think, *this* is why we moved. Of course.