I moved to Berkeley for college and didn't leave the East Bay for almost a decade. My child was born there, and I soon grew to call it home because it's where my child (and even me in a lot of ways) planted her roots. Unfortunately, we had to move Los Angeles to be closer to family during the pandemic and now I'm considering moving to Oregon as well because this just isn't the place for me. There's a certain kind of mourning that goes into thinking about saying goodbye but also a gratitude in being able to find a better way of life somewhere else. Very confusing feeling to have.