“What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.” ~Author Unknown
A few minutes ago I realized that I missed my DC friends more than I had in weeks past. Perhaps the generally insanity of the last few months has turned my long time relationship with DC into one night stands. I stop in, do my thing and then I’m doing a walk of shame through BWI the following morning. In part of letting so much of the city go, I’ve let my friends go. I miss them loads and while I’m currently sitting on my couch with nowhere to go and no options, I long for the days when I sat on my couch and racked up text messages wondering where I could be on this glorious night. It’s getting warmer and almost time for sitting on the rooftop of Lauriol Plaza and drinking swirly margaritas. Or beers and baseball and late nights in Dupont just because.
And like that I miss it with that same dull ache as I had when I first moved. I’ll be back in late spring. The perfect time to sit out in Georgetown and probably a few times over the summer. It’s that strange type of missing where you forget all about the summer of the cicadas and the perpetual traffic jams but remember a great kiss in Farragut North or prancing in Bethesda arm in arm with your best friends on a pinot grigio high. I would go back to it all if I could. But I can’t.
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even though I’m a new DC friend, not when you had when you lived here, I miss you.
Boy, do I know this feeling. I miss driving over the 14th Street bridge every morning and wondering over my beautiful commute. I miss heading out of work early on a beautiful Friday afternoon to walk down to the mall. I miss over priced, bad cocktails on top of Hotel Washington. I miss blueberry pancakes at Eastern Market. I miss those horrible sour cream enchiladas at Tortilla Coast (I like to eat, huh).
But most of all, I miss my girls. Oh, how I miss my girls.
I am in the opposite situation in that I didn’t leave, but my friends did. Places and experiences aren’t the same without them. BUT, we never get cicadas in my neighborhood and I can always order more margaritas…so, it all works out in the end.
That sounds like a completly different DC than I live in. Maybe I need the number of your friends here…:o)
OMG! Lauriol Plaza! I used to spend many, many a nights on that rooftop with coworkers. There and… crap… I am forgetting the name… the one on 17th street. Their drinks were super freaking strong. It was in between DIKs and Peppers. AURGH!
Now you have me missing my many years in DC too.
OH! And Pharmacy bar!
Man, this is making my heart ache a little bit. I think, while I miss my friends from back then, I miss myself as well. My naivety back then was kind of promising.