Mon 13 Jul 2009
I spent some time last week driving around DC, in the neighborhoods where I spent many years as a kid. Every time I drive around DC I am flooded with memories. Each corner seems to remind me of my years growing up - that was my family’s favorite ice cream shop, that’s the 7-11 I rode my bike to every day in the summer for a slurpee, that was the movie theater where I got my first job, that’s the apartment where my jacket got stolen during a party in high school.
As I drove through the streets that I know like the back of my hand, zig zagging down side streets that I know provide short cuts, I felt comfortable and safe. Like I was home. Oddly enough, this is a feeling I don’t get in the suburbs where we currently live. It only happens when I drive across the DC/Maryland border and into the parts of the city I know so well.
DC can be a hard place to live. The traffic is brutal, the cost of living is pretty high, and the pace of life is on overdrive. Mike and I are always talking about whether we will stay in the area and where we might go if we don’t.
Driving around DC makes me not only want to stay here, but to move closer into the city than we currently are out in Wheaton. I want my kids to experience that same feeling of safety and comfort. I want them to feel like they are home.
Then I realize that DC feels like home to me because it was my home. It was where I first learned so much about life and where I built memories. Surely most people feel this way about the town they grew up in. Safety and comfort, it seems, is less about geography and much more about the memories you make wherever you happen to be.
So perhaps my family will stay in DC and maybe we won’t. But wherever we end up, my goal will be to help my kids create memories and a feeling that they are home. And no matter where we end up, I know DC will always be home for me.



This is a picture of my new house. I wasn’t planning on buying a house. I never thought in a million years that I could afford any house that I would actually want. And yet, there it is. My new house.
There are crazy house-renovation goings-on in my world.