We're moving out next week. I'm going to miss Berkeley.
I'll miss my friends. I'm even going to miss walking through Sproul Plaza trying not to make eye contact with people who might foist flyers on me.
And I'm going to miss things like this that illustrate the city's character:
A stuffed puppy on a tree stump playing fetch, bike racks with knitted sweaters, a car license plate that says "Stop Stop" in genetic code...