Even though I've only been gone from DC for a year and a half (and am dramatic), I forgot that leaves change and are orange and red and faint yellow in the fall, and that dc air smells like driving late at night after a trip and seeing a peek of the monuments or tennis practice in high school or Rosh Hashanah services with my father.
That in the city of my heart that I could watch a best friend of 15 years,
@bkownacki , marry the love of his life in a gallery where we ran around in our 20s for silly events. Or that he and his wife could orchestrate a 15-minute performance by friends of the greatest love speeches in films, in the round, where I could be reminded of the brilliance and poise of everyone in this city.
Or that I could sun salute with
@mimiriegeryoga rieger or laugh with
@hoybot at the ever new and chic restaurant scene like
@lashukrandc , or get more political intel in 90 minutes with a DC crowd than I could ever imagine.
Or be in the beautiful chaos and home and love of
@danamarlowe1 and her sons.
Washington is the city I grew up in, a world so rarefied and privileged that my patients laid out for me, for which I feel endless gratitude.
Til we meet again, DC. Should everyone be so lucky to know what this city is truly like. π π π