I knew I was back in the Bay Area when:
On the second day, exiting Highway 92, I was behind a Google self-driving car.
My new town’s waste-collection system gave me three cans: a big one for recycling, a big one for composting, and a small one for garbage.
I was walking along a trail, wearing an E*Trade hat I randomly acquired in the past. A guy walking the other way asked, “Do you know what E*Trade closed at today?”
Yes, after four-plus years in West Hartford, Connecticut, we–my wife, daughter, and I–are back. As I and others have said before, West Hartford is great. But for us, the Bay Area is home.