It’s time! The smell of PCS* has been swirling around us for over a year now. It’s time to close this chapter of our lives and move back to my favorite American city! Sorry Chicago, you lost my heart somewhere between Cicero & Central.

We can’t wait to go back to all our favorite things in the City by the Bay. Back to Crepes-a-Go Go on Union Street and clam chowder from Grey Line. Back to real sourdough bread. Back to the sounds of elephant seal pups and the smells of decapitated herring. Back to picnics at V.Sattui, factory-direct Jelly Belly Flops, and crazy nights at Fiddler’s Green. Back to the sexiest bridge in the world!

I don’t even recognize these kiddos!

Most importantly, back to family we haven’t seen in three years and friends we haven’t seen in six!

Are we going to miss being 3 hours by car from family, 90 minutes by train from Manhattan, and 5 minutes by foot from amazing pizza and water ice? Of course, but Jersey isn’t goin’ anywhere…trust me!

Only 32 more days, and we won’t be California Dreamin’ anymore!

*PCS = Permanent Change of Station (It has a stout aroma of cardboard with brooding undertones of bubble wrap and lingering notes of stress…in case you were wondering.)