I haven’t been writing as much lately. Yes, I’ve been busy with work and work and work. Yes, I’ve been trying to learn about some other facets of the internet to grow my blog and make it better, perhaps even profitable.
But also, I’ve been blue. Deep, beautiful, aquamarine blue, in my core. Read the rest of this entry »
Yes, this is an actual conversation I heard on the Orange Line towards New Carrolton. Ah, Washington in the summer… bring on the interns and the summer associates. Some towns have sports talk. We have this (transcribed as closely as I could write on the back of an Express newspaper from my nearby seat)
Obvious summer associate 1 (let’s call him L1): The Harvard girl… how old is she?
L2 (yep, another one. I know, in DC. What are the odds?): 30 something.
—LONG PAUSE WHILE L1 AND L2 PONDER HOW OLD HARVARD GIRL IS. IT ALMOST DEFIES EXPLANATION! —
L2: She took some time off. [me and L1, thinking, “ahh. that explains it.”
L2: To work for the Cheneys.
L1: What??
L2: She took some time off, to work for the Cheneys.
L1 (and me): !
L2 repeats again.
L1: Really?
L2: Yes. On a Project.
L1: (smirking) which was…. Read the rest of this entry »
The real reason I’ve been thinking about home is that I might be leaving this one soon. This one, being downtown, “THE city” (sorry, nyc), my hipster dupont city girl pad, my newly-divorced-to-single woman pad.
And, to top it off, I might be moving to … Northern Virginia, land of my constant mockery lo these many months! Oh the horror!
But the thing is, ultimately, home is “who”. Home is who you love, where you love, and cliche’ or not, home is where the heart is. Absent “blue pearl” granite even, home is where my love is, where we both can be, and where we can be together. Home is love and I have found it.
