SF to Fresno

Unlike most of my past crosscountry road trips, I wouldn’t be making this one alone. Also, this one had a goal at one end: our relocation from San Francisco to Charlotte. We’d already shipped a pod and about 35 boxes to our destination, and we still had a rather sizeable load in the car as well. We’d had a lot of work done on said car, and I was relatively confident about its ability to get us across, despite its age and its nearly nonexistent shocks…

   

The weeks prior to the move had been brutal; it’s even more of a pain in the ass to leave San Francisco than it is to live there. And the day of our departure was no different. We had one final run-in with our psychotic downstairs neighbor which ended in me telling him (in so many words) to go fuck himself. And the last thing we did in San Francisco involved sitting on the sidewalk in front of FedEx on Harrison Street, packing up one last emergency load of stuff to ship, since the car was overflowing. I’ll probably always chuckle thinking about us squatting down on the sidewalk South of Market sorting our undies into neat little piles for shipping, although it seemed slightly less amusing at the time…

After a torturous drive out of San Francisco, we made our way to Cupertino to have lunch with Dan in the Apple employee cafeteria, which made both of us wish we worked for a big high-tech company. After our goodbyes and yet another torturous drive across Highway 152 from Gilroy to Los Banos, we were finally on Highway 99 headed south and it felt like we had escaped the City of Doom for good…

The car was a little overloaded with a few things we’d been planning to drop off with Mark’s sister in Fresno, but it had been holding up just fine. Until we pulled into the Red Roof Inn. There was a loud thunk and a rattle, and then the car got really LOUD. I had very little doubt that we’d just lost our muffler…

All the same, we managed to keep our spirits up through dinner with Mark’s parents. It was only the second time I’d met them, and I thought things went really well. They were friendly and nice and we all got along very well and ate and talked well into the evening. And they offered us the use of the house for Saturday night since it seemed we’d still be in Fresno another day getting the car fixed…

Final Commute

Typically, my final commute home on Muni involved waiting 25 minutes for a bus which supposedly runs every ten, and then crawling home for a trip which lasted only about fifteen minutes longer than walking would’ve…

How to Spend That Last Day

Tomorrow is my last full day as a resident of San Francisco, after almost thirteen years. Years ago, I often thought about how I might spend my last day in the city. Apparently, it’s not uncommon; Herb Caen once wrote a column on the same subject, featuring numerous stops (and numerous drinks) all over town…

My last day will probably be less ambitious. I’ll go to work, finish up a few projects, ship a few final items, and say goodbye to my coworkers. Then I’ll come home, do a little freelance work, invoice some clients, send aa few change of address notices, and pack up the G5 for its trip to North Carolina. Afterward, Mark and I will probably get some takeout food and then clean the toilet…

The Last Supper

Of course, before last night’s unpleasantness, there was the last supper with Dan, Jamie, and Eugene at Rocco’s on Folsom Street. Various combinations of the five of us have been having dinner together on Friday nights for many years, and last night was the last time, even though it was rescheduled for Saturday since we had the pod to load on Friday. I will miss these people very much…

 

I also said my final goodbyes to Irma and the kids last night. Jamie has taken custody and promises to send me updates. We even considered registering irmacam.com and throwing up a webcam, but I don’t think that’s really going to happen…