I am reminded this weekend of why it is that we uprooted our lives and moved across the country.
For starters, weather. As I write this, it’s 2-degrees F in Altoona. Here, it’s 54-degrees F.
This weekend, we went to the Berkeley marina where we stumbled upon the Cal Sailing Club which I intend to join. Right there, there was also an adventure park which we did not yet explore and another playground where Sam stomped around in the sand, rode on the swings, and slid down the slide.
Last night, we got a babysitter and went out for a fine meal at Beauregard’s immediately adjacent to the last place we went on our date night.
Today, we went to Children’s Fairyland in Oakland with a couple of Sam’s play-date buddies (and their parents). We rode on a small, electric train. We saw fish and birds. We even watched a live puppet show (Uncle Wiggly and the Apple Dumplings).
We walked around our neighborhood here and looked at houses that were too run down for our tastes and still out of our price range — OK, maybe that’s not a bonus for living out here, but at least is expected.
I think I can safely say that had we still been in Altoona, we’d have stayed home.