it has been two and a half years. two and a half years of pining. pining for cherry blossoms, battlefields, monumental structures, historic soil, familiar trails, highways and bridges. it surprises me what triggers a pang of saudade.
outkast’s hey ya. crab cakes. h & m. postal service’s the district sleeps alone tonight. visits to ikea. newscasts. mango salsa cous cous. car dancing. walking through the sliding doors of dsw. sushi.
i intensely yearn for the unattainable. it is no surprise how completely and successfully i block out the bad as i embellish my life in the district. the humidity suddenly less oppressive. the beltway gridlock forgotten. the unnecessary heartaches buried.
just as hard as i fell for dc, i became enamored with virginia. i still miss my commonwealth license plate along with my potomac river and shenandoah valley. i even miss my red chair. my $10 red chair from craigslist that katharine and i drove so far to get. who misses a $10 red chair?
today i fell in love with arlington all over again. first i watched this rap* (thank you kate!) later in the day, i was reunited with grease soaked brown sacks spilling salty fries of perfection. my first trip to 5 guys, i was accompanied by a senator’s son. here i was six years later and 5 guys found me, even though i’m in the wrong washington.
christian was jealous.
about the french fries… not the senator’s son.
and ate at rio grande in ballston, basically i was the original gangster.