So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye!

goodbyeBy Ashley Robinson

I started this blog post months ago, but could never get myself to finish it.

It was always too sad, too sappy, too emotional. But now that I am seeing the light at the end of this tunnel, it’s a little bit easier. I take a deep breath, and glide my fingers across the keyboard.

Last week, my husband, my 14-week-old baby, my dog, my two cats, and I moved from Sacramento and to San Francisco.

I lived in Sacramento for five solid years, in the region off and on for the last 10. I went to college at Davis, moved to Sacramento after college, and then moved to New York City. I could only take the Big Apple for about eight months before I returned to Northern California, the place I called home. And since then, I have loved living in the City of Trees, the Capital, River City, and so on.

Sacramento is a great town. It’s a place to launch a career, start a family, plant a garden, and enjoy a glass of wine on a sidewalk patio.

My feathers get ruffled whenever I read blog posts from people who have adopted the city and claim it as their own yet still lament all its flaws. As if we are supposed to think they are somehow deeper or more insightful because they can embrace a “broken” city and be better for it. To me, it’s just a bunch of hot air from people who think they are forced to live in Sacramento due to career choices and then want to be praised for their advocacy. It’s just too fakey.

To me, Sacramento is one of the nicest, most comfortable places I had ever lived. Cost of living is affordable, parking isn’t horrendous to come by, the City doesn’t shut down by five or on Sunday, there are multiple wine countries nearby which support the food scene, and there’s lakes, rivers, mountains, forests, and preservations to explore – all at your fingertips.

As I look out at my new neighborhood, which is a concrete jungle, I know I will miss the urban forest that is Sacramento. One of my favorite memories will be taking my daughter and my dog for walks in Land Park and Curtis Park right after she was born. Just trying to get the baby to stop crying, to get the dog some exercise, and to get me out of the house to beat the baby blues, all three of us soaked up the breeze whistling through the trees and the green light coming through the canopy of branches. I think my daughter loved those walks the most, and that made me love my town even more.

I will also miss the incredible restaurant scene in Sacramento, and not just for the food or the farm to fork movement, which is amazing. I’ll mostly miss the people who work those bars and tables and kitchens. I will particularly miss Chris and John at Hook & Ladder (formerly the staples at L Bar) and the crew at Mulvaney’s, who were always so nice and so accommodating. The ladies at Magpie, and even the clerks at Taylor’s Market (not a restaurant – but got most of my groceries from there). Always greeted us with a smile, and most of the time, they knew our names, our orders, or our dog, which was awesome.

Sacramento is a wonderful place with nice people, and I will miss it.

But most importantly, I will miss my friends and colleagues in Sacramento. I was lucky enough to like my co-workers and want to spend time with them outside of work, which forged even deeper relationships once those jobs came and went. And I was lucky enough to be asked to join Girls on the Grid, which has been a support network through job changes, marriage, dog ownership, pregnancy, and new motherhood. And, also has been a great creative outlet for my ramblings.

You won’t see the end of me, though. I plan to continue doing a little writing here and there for Girls on the Grid. I plan to visit Sacramento often (especially to get my hair done. I do not want to have to find a new hairstylist!). Maybe I’ll come back for the GOTG anniversary bash in November.

And of course, you will think of me every time you see a pair of pajama jeans.

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