Welcome to the East Bay

Ahhhhh, the East Bay, my old home and the place I hope to someday call home again. Zach and I lived in Oakland for two years when he transfered to UC Berkeley and fell in love with everything it has to offer. Great weather, amazing food, San Francisco, wine connoisseurs, and friendly people. I was born and raised in Los Angeles and will always consider it home but you can't help but notice the HUGE differences between So. Cal. and Nor. Cal. Everyone is L.A. is in such a hurry, over caffeinated, and self absorbed. No one stops to smell the roses. Living in Oakland taught me to slow down, enjoy the "now", and appreciate good friends. I've met some of the most incredible people while working at Baywolf Restaurant in Oakland. People that you don't meet everyday and people I hope to know for the rest of my life. I recently flew back to California for my friend Brandie's wedding. She got married in Sonoma so I decided to stop in Oakland to have lunch with some old friends. It's only been two months since I've seen these lovely friends but even that was too long for me. With my Mom in tow, we had what felt like the last supper. Four bottles of yummy wine (courtesy of David and Katie), fried sardines and duck liver flan (courtesy of chef Jesus), Caesar salad, grilled shrimp, crispy sole, and tons of desserts. But by far the best part of the meal was the company. I have great memories and roots in the East Bay and thankfully Zach and I agree that the place to live when we move back to the US is the Bay Area. Number one choice, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. So cheers to my friends and cheers to the East Bay!