From San Francisco to Brooklyn at light speed

It's crazy. We've moved three times since the end of 2005, and two of those moves have been transcontinental. Gone are the hills of San Francisco, returned to their keepers so that we could return to the people, noise, electricity, and general wonderfulness that is Brooklyn.

But, without getting too gushy, moving to SF for a few years was one of the most fantastic experiences we've ever had. We made great, great friends that we'll have for life. We lived in short sleeves, surrounded by independent book stores, real burritos, and water. Lots of water. New York and San Francisco are very complimentary, and we're glad we've tasted both of them.

I wish that I had better documented our moving experience in photographs, but in the frantic handful of weeks between the decision to move and our Brooklyn arrival, it just didn't happen. Some good moments were captured, however. During a weekend visit to NYC to apartment hunt, Donna took us to the classroom where she teaches at the Museum of Natural History so we could play with some baby chinchillas.





Diaz sharing Tampa with the chinchillas



Then a few weeks later during our actual move, Kelly taught Diaz how to throw snowballs in the same yard where she played as a kid.





"Pack it really tight, like this. Now aim for daddy..."



A few others are here. As soon as there's less slush and ice outside, we'll be sure to capture Diaz out and about in her new neighborhood and share those as well.