Drove home from Berkeley the long way, across the Bridge and down 280. Realized that it's not so much that I want to go back there, but rather that there are just times when one wants to have familiar paths that can be walked from well-worn instinct. Not an urge to return home, but rather wanting a break from forging the new to just relax and wallow in the familiar. I love the City at night -- but have no great need to go back to living there. While Santa Clara isn't entirely home yet, San Francisco no longer is either. One day the transition will be complete. But for now, I get to hover in this intermediate zone, one foot in each world, enjoying pieces of both.
It's rather like Colma, the Musical.