Moving from Boston to Berkeley

Well, we are down to our last month in the Boston area. All our preparations seem to be moving ahead as smoothly as we could possible hope [knock wood]. Google Earth says this is going to be our new view of the world:

Looks pretty good -- boy, the Sutro Tower looks really tall in Google Earth (black vertical thing on the horizon).

My new job will provide me plenty of welcome challenges, I think -- I'll get to work with technology in a classroom setting. Plus it's starting to get real toasty in Boston. Every time I've been out there, and every time I've cheked weather.com, it seems to be sunny and mid-70s in Berkeley.

But I just finished 8th grade portfolio reviews at Rivers, and the melancholy is starting to set in, too. Listening to the kids talk about the changes in their lives has made me consider my own. This may be a rather lonley summer, as my new co-workers will not be at my new school again til fall, and we don't really kow anyone else in the neighborhood. Tho we'll be settling in and setting up the new house, I think I'll miss Boston, and Rivers a lot during those weeks.

And the Red Sox are winning and I leave town -- an interesting (a)symmetry given that we moved to Boston in the summer of 1986. I made one last trip to Fenway: Braves at Red Sox, May 19th. Imagine the nastiest, cold-drizzly night game (the second of a double-header). The Red Sox got killed, 14-0, and it never really stopped raining, but in the bottom of the 9th inning, the crowd was still strong and loud, and very wet (Mr. Chang, this is for you):

Go Red Sox.