I don't know what it is about this time of year - but I get dreadfully 'home sick' for Berkeley, and the Bay Area in general. I only lived there 2.5 years, but I never felt so at home anywhere else. Just something about the vibe of the area agreed with me so much. When I've been back to visit it is like a old pair of jeans, you know? Just slips on comfortably, like I belong. OK, yeah, sure, I'm a freak who legally changed his name to MegaZone, and Berkeley is freak friendly, but it isn't that. I don't know what it is, but I just love it there. I just wish all of my friends weren't *here*, because my friends mean more to me than a place. I've never really felt at home in Worcester, comfortable I suppose, but not at home. I could leave any time and not miss it. I didn't miss it when I left before. Specific little things I like - I even like hanging out at Ralph's sometimes now, especially now that it is non-smoking. Berkeley - I felt at home everywhere I went.
I think I need to take another trip out there, even just a long weekend. Grab a piece at Blondie's or Fat Slice, get a dog at Top Dog, pick up some tunes at Amoeba and Rasputin. I'd love to watch the new Bay Bridge go up bit by bit too, for that matter.
Heh, maybe someday I'll get that call from TiVo. :-) What I really need is a job that would let me jet back and forth to see my friends.
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