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Over The Bridge And Worlds Away

When I was about nine years old, my parents started toying with the idea of moving to San Francisco, and we flew out for a few days to look at houses. I remember this trip so vividly, mostly because for a city girl growing up in a smallish apartment, the idea of a for-real house was almost too exciting to handle. I remember seeing a house with a looping driveway bordered by weeping willows; another one with a huge, wide-open field out back and an exercise pool on the deck; a third one with a Spanish-style roof and a big staircase with a railing perfect for sliding down.

And then my parents – probably worried that I wouldn’t want to leave my school and my friends – said, “If we move to San Francisco you can have a golden retriever puppy.”

My bags were practically packed.

…And then, for whatever reason, we didn’t end up moving. No puppy for me.

I remember crying – quite a lot, actually – when my parents told me we’d be staying in New York. But my distress over our aborted plans makes sense, puppy or no, because oh my god…

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It is heaven here. The city of San Francisco itself is great – beautiful, vibrant, lots of stuff to do, all that – but Marin County? Something else entirely.

People have told me how gorgeous Marin is, but I don’t think I could have imagined just how gorgeous; it’s kind of like the best parts of Los Angeles (weather, ocean) mixed with the best parts of New England (forest, nice people, clean air).

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Yesterday Morgan and I got a babysitter for the boys and headed to Mill Valley for a girls’ lunch, and I honestly felt like I was in paradise.

It smelled like pine needles and apple pie. For real.

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We ate this, which was an excellent idea.

And then, after a walk back to the car in the sun, we went home to discover this:

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Best friends! I love it.

This has been the best week ever – for both of us, I think.

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P.S. See? Mama uniform basically exactly, from the baseball tee to the army jacket to the gold necklace. (Except, contrary to everything that seems logical, I don’t actually own pointy-toe leopard flats, and had to swap in my 5050s.)

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