Farewell Oakland!

31 Jul

Similar to when I left my job, I did a poor job imagining my final moments in my apartment. I thought I would be sitting on the floor in my empty apartment, having a farewell glass of wine and just letting the move soak in.

It turns out that packing up one’s apartment and taking apart IKEA furniture doesn’t leave you with an empty apartment. It leaves you with stacks and stacks of worn out boxes and cheap plywood everywhere. And it’s hard to have a glass of wine when you’ve packed away the bottle opener and wine glasses. Sitting pensively, quietly contemplating this transition? No time when you’ve only got 24 hours to get a u-haul, throw your life from the past 15 years in it, drive it 400 miles, and then unload.

This is my 8th time moving as an adult. That’s roughly once every two years, which is pretty frequent. But it’s never felt this bittersweet because this is the first time I’ve ever moved back home. I keep thinking I will know what it will be like (hence the bitter part), but, of course, that’s a lie.

When I moved into my college dorm, I didn’t think I would be meeting the girl who I would live with for the next 4 years. When I excitedly moved into my first place in Oakland, I didn’t expect that my housemate and I would hate each other. When I moved into 675 11th Street, I didn’t know I’d be making some of the best friends I’ve ever had. When I moved to China, I had no idea they would try to deport me. And when I briefly moved to San Clemente, I had no clue that I would rekindle a friendship with someone who would eventually convince me to move back to Orange County for good.

So I will try to approach this move with an open mind and heart. This is a lesson I learned in the Bay.

I will miss you, Oakland. Who knew that I would fall so hard for you? Thank you for welcoming an OC refugee like me with open arms. For seeing me through the hurts, challenges, and mistakes so that I could learn and grow. But also for the strength, laughter, and joy. For helping me believe in the power of people, justice, and community. For being my home.


3 Responses to “Farewell Oakland!”

  1. Tanya Mote July 31, 2011 at 11:20 am #

    I hope you keep blogging! Will miss many a Oakland food tour with you. Regularly crave the Spice Monkey. Not as many fresh, yummy and healthy options so abundantly available in Denver.

    • cil1977 August 1, 2011 at 3:27 pm #

      I will miss seeing you in Oakland, too, but we can do an Orange County food tour!

  2. amsin August 9, 2011 at 1:45 pm #

    there’s a priscilla shaped whole in oakland!

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