Kerplump

Well, it is now official. I'm a resident of the district. You know - that place where people have license plates with "taxation without representation". But, if Eleanor Holmes has anything more to say about it, that could change within my lifetime. We shall see. I do miss Virginia -more than just the enfranchisement. Actually, I headed back to my old environs to hit the gym and drop some garbage (we haven't quite figured out which days to put out different types of refuse).

I realized I felt at home driving down Calvert. Although I love my newfound space, it is not yet home. I still feel like a visitor. I'm sure it has something to do with living in one place for 3 years and the familiarity and sense of home that naturally develops. I mean who in their 20s or 30s does that any more in the mid-Atlantic corridor. Okay I know a few people who are the exception, but for the most part, we are hoppers. We hop around.

As I was driving down the George Washington Parkway, relishing the view of Georgetown and the monuments, I also realized I have simply been through a tremendous amount of change the last half-year. Coming back from Prague, hopping from one assignment to the next, and now a new apartment. On top of that friendships have also changed a bit. Some friends are dating and others are getting married. And, then there are still others who are across the world or simply a challenge to get a hold of. C'est la vie - n'est pas?

Given the hour I should really get to bed. Tomorrow evening I'm catching a flight after work to Chicago to attend my brother's MA graduation from Notre Dame. Hmmm, South Bend. I wonder what treasures it beholds -- that is, besides the famed Notre Dame Fighting Irish and basillica.

But, before I sign off, here's a little remnant of our move. Jordana had a file cabinet that pretty much nobody wanted, including herself.

Oh, before I forget, my good news is that I found a wonderful new home for my trusted companion the black table! Two young gentlemen showed up on Sunday around 10pm to strap it on top of their sedan. Although I waited a while for them to get there, I knew in an instant they were the right pair for my table. I'm sure Mr. Sturdy Black Table has a fine new home.