So, yesterday was Berkeley day, and the streets ran red with the blood and tears of high-school seniors, soon to be college freshmen.
But, and here's the best part, somehow I slipped into the "approved" camp.
I'm going to Berkeley, baby.
Just going to check that one more time. Okay. I was nervous for a second.
Wait a second, Berkeley's really far away, isn't it?
Like really, really far away from my home village in southern California.
I can't say I wasn't expecting to move out, but it's still this big scary blob hovering over my head, and I can't help but think about how homesick I'm going to be in northern California, because, let's face it, California's pretty much two separate states.
And I keep thinking about those calls my friends and family are going to get.
You guys might want to buy those extra cell-phone minutes after all.
Even though I might have a rough time adjusting, I think this'll work out.
I love San Francisco, and Berkeley's pretty damn close to there, and the whole vibe seems pretty happenin'.
Plus, we have great friends up there already, Yvonne and Lewis.
So I think I'll be okay.
But, Los Angeles, I'll always be yours.
Post-Blog: Woah, two Decemberists songs in a row.