Puttering cross the Golden Gate in our new black bug (diesel, thank you), filled to the brim with bathroom leftovers, stacks of papers and the contents of our noisy, decaying fridge (homeade quince jam and some greens from our sad-but-still lively Marin garden) we waved buh-bye to Tiburon with tears in our eyes. See ya funky old tear-down with jaw-dropping vista, our one-acre sanctuary studded with budding magnolias, beefy lillies and a family of deer, forever feasting on our forest. Bye solitude and space and hello city, with all its vivacious energy, horns, traffic and choices.
The four weight-lifting pros from Ahmed's Moving Express in San Rafael putt-putted behind us as we pulled onto Page Street -- one of those gloriously sunny Norcal days that makes you just LOVE living on the left coast.
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