After departing Palo Alto, I spent a few days in Berkeley with my closest friend from childhood who has remained my friendological sister (a term coined by our children). I love Berkeley: the delicious food, welcoming friends, and liberal hipness. I loved my cozy days reconnecting with old friends, savoring Emily's beautiful children, and eating fresh, California cuisine. While I was there, my family was enjoying a week at Bar717, a working ranch that offers a family camp at the end of each summer. A part of my chest hurt from missing them in spite of how much I enjoyed not being responsible for anyone or anything for a few days. Now on the road in Portland, a piece of my chest misses those people. This is that hardest part of moving and traveling: a piece of my heart is always aching for people I love elsewhere.
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