Today was the last show at our Oakland Pop-Up space on tour. When we started packing up the space, I was much more nestalgic than I thought I would be. Steve and I have been gone the longest out of anyone who works for the company; almost 2 months at this point. It has flown by, but like many things in life, the time seemed to drag on until it was almost over.
I didn’t expect to be so pleasantly surprised by California.
I didn’t expect for California to be sunny. I have been told that it’s just the time of year in the Bay Area. I also know that we were spared the heavy cloud of fog that San Francisco gets and Oakland seems to avoid. Even so, I will always remember how we did not see a single cloudy or rainy day while we were between Los Angeles and Oakland.
I had no idea that so much produce is grown in this state, and what a difference it is to have fresh food. I was blown away by the rich, almost seemingly fake ‘strawberry flavor’ of the strawberries that we picked on our way up to San Francisco. I was also taken back by the amount of fragrance coming from the produce section of Berkeley Bowl as I hunted for the rumored local cherries. And cherries I ate, every night at our apartment for 3 weeks, never tiring of their sweet, dark nectar.
As Steve and I have begun to pack up our little studio apartment, it’s bitter sweet, like an almost ripe cherry. I miss New York, especially this time of year. I see pictures on Instagram that my friends take around the city and it makes me excited to get back home. Sometimes while we were here I got frustrated that I wasn’t. But, I also realize that getting back home also means things like bills, and a commute, and a constant work schedule.
As we said goodbye to the last show-goer, and began to pack up everything that we set up a mere 18 days ago, I really was sad to let go of the space. It made me thankful for the great things that happened here. Thankful for a few weeks of easy-going work days and endless new places to try, as well as beautiful weather, and perfect coastal drives. I almost feel like I am packing my things, leaving summer camp, and going back to school.
In a day I will be going home, and I will be glad to ‘sleep in my own bed’, as my Mom always said. The adventures of this summer aren’t over though, and in 3 weeks I go to another city, and on to more for the next few months. And on we go…