10 Blocks and 10 Years

Something has occurred in conjunction with my Oakland move ten blocks into a new neighborhood. It is like I have stepped back into a life I lived ten years ago. It is not people but rather places that seem so familiar, and welcome. I have relocated out of the pristine neighborhood of Piedmont Avenue into the edgy, nowhere land of "Pill Hill' which is located just enough closer to the heart of cool Oakland that I feel rejuvenated.

All this time I thought I had allowed myself to be "open again" and really I had still been hiding for two and a half years. At least I had graduated from living in a friends' attic. Amazing how long it takes to find yourself after striking out on your own.