In good times and bad, I will always remember DC as the place I got my start. As I sit here on the cusp of a major life change I find myself savoring every bit of this town and how it has impacted me. It feels like the right time to say “so long for now” knowing that I can always come back and that a little piece of my heart will always call this home.
In an effort to not grow old and forgetful too quickly I want to be sure and document the good, the bad, and the ugly so that one day in the future I can look back and nod knowingly at the memories this post brings back. I only wish I had written something like this upon my leaving Syracuse and Little Rock. Well, I suppose now is as good of a time as any to reminisce about DC since no matter what things will be different now.
-The glorious apartment in Crystal City. My roommate found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow when she stumbled into that place two years ago. From the metro access to the enormous size of the apartment (nearly 1000 square feet with 2 bathrooms!), it had the luxury of size, amenities, convenience, and affordability (well, for the DC Metro Area anyway). It was my first home away from home and I loved nothing more than coming home from a long day and curling up in my cozy bed.
-The Mount Vernon Trail. I wonder how many miles I have logged along these paths over the years. From Gravelly Point (the park where the planes landing at Reagen go right over your head!) to memorizing the distance from my apartment to the monuments (4 miles to the Jefferson, 5 to the Washington Monument if you are curious), the Mt. Vernon Trail is truly the gem of Virginia. I already find myself yearning to the flat, fast pace of the paths!
-The people. Most important of all I have built a little nest of close friends, family, and coworkers that make moving such a difficult choice. This was the place that my roommate and I worked through our differences, I met Josh, and learned what it means to have people you can count on. For this reason alone I hope that this is a “farewell for now” rather than “goodbye.”
-The cost of living. No part of me will miss handing over half of my salary to cover rent each month. Despite my deep love of my first apartment prices skyrocketed year over year and I found myself having to really watch my spending to make sure I had enough to get by. That fact, coupled with the atrocious price of parking both at home and at work leaves me feeling more than ready to move on.
The next two are really one in the same but the nuances of each warrant an explanation:
-Traffic. I’m not saying I am the best driver on the road but it really seems like everyone around me has no idea how to operate his or her vehicle. Getting to and from work in recent months turned into an adventure of dodging, weaving, and trying to avoid accidents. In addition to the poor drivers the sheer number of cars on the road during rush hour is enough to give even the most zen driver road rage. It’s beyond me where they all come from. The ten mile drive from my apartment to work took nearly an hour each way in the last few weeks. Saying goodbye to the commute is something that can’t come soon enough.
-The metro. I know, I know…I don’t even use it on a daily basis. But I did before I drove to work (turns out it is an equal cost for me to drive and metro so the car won) so I can still count this as a valid negative. The problem with the metro is 1. It’s overpriced 2. It breaks down ALL THE TIME and 3. It’s unsanitary. As much as I loathe traffic, I will take sitting in the comfort of my own car (and having control over where I am) any day over the metro. Good luck with the Silver Line, Metro Workers.
I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world though. I firmly believe things happen for a reason and my time in the nation’s capital is proof positive of that. So as I close one door to open another I am grateful for the memories and few years I got to call this place my home.