Bay Area Adventure Race

To put a little fun in an otherwise not so fun weekend of packing, Chris signed us up for an adventure race. When we discovered it was in Berkeley, and not in the City as we originally thought, we weren't so sure what we had gotten ourselves into. Neither of us had spent any time in Berkeley, so we figured we were at a disadvantage.

It was so much fun.

We arrived at the starting location in matching clothing (required!) to receive our "race" numbers and sealed clue packets. Upon receiving instructions, everyone was instructed to open our clues and we were off!

Who knew? There is a Durham Theater on the UC Berkeley Campus. It was not easy to locate. We ended up calling Chris' dad for assistance with one of the clues. (Don't worry, this was permissible.) He, of course, knew the answer.

My favorite moment was Chris doing a headstand on a BART train. We had to photograph a team member doing either a headstand or a handstand with a sign displaying the name of a US President. Of course, on a BART train, above a seat, was a sign for the JFK School of Law. Doing a handstand on a BART train seat proved to be a challenge. Many on the train asked us what we were doing. Someone even asked if we were on the Amazing Race. I wish!

The rest of the weekend was filled with packing... that part wasn't so fun.

The Burbs

"You're moving to Mill Valley? Why would you do that?"

Great.

That was the first comment I received when I announced to an acquaintance that I was moving. She then informed me that Mill Valley is not a good place to live if you are single. Too funny.

I have loved living in San Francisco. It is so beautiful and such a fun place to live. Everything you could possibly need is at your doorstep. It was two blocks from my apartment to frozen yogurt, the local market, the gym, great restaurants... I could run anywhere. But, as the rental market turned in San Francisco I found I could no longer justify my outrageous rent for a 1 bedroom apartment.

Additionally, my office recently relocated further north in Marin County, so I decided to head north -- to an area I have come to adore over the past few years while cycling all over the County.

I knew I was meant to live on Grove Street the second I saw the house. I didn't realize why until I was home visiting my parents a few weeks ago. The house is painted the exact same colors as my parents house.

My apartment is a disaster zone... boxes everywhere. The moving starts this afternoon after work. Wish me luck!