Another summer in DC is coming to a close. It went by even faster than last year. I feel like just last week I was scrubbing my kitchen counters in Syracuse prepping the apartment for subletors and piling all my clothes into my luggage and launching south by way of MA, CT, RI, MA, NH, CT -> DC.
In DC I was hosted by friends, and stayed on their couch for almost three weeks, a combination of a Craigslist rental attempt gone bad, and extreme hospitality from my hosts. The majority of my time however was spent at my U-St apartment above a tattoo parlor. Odd I know.
And now it’s time to hit the road again. Everyone says this is a great journey, but Jesus it’s so tiring. As I’ve gotten older my orbit’s range has increased. Growing up it seemed like planning to go on vacation on the Cape, just over two hours away, took months of preparation. A trip like that is child’s play, pond hopping compared to these moves recently. It’ll be good to land.