Oh DC. I love you. And yet sometimes I hate you too. It's not really hate, more like, I know you could offer me so much more but I don't have the resources to truly enjoy you, therefore, I feel shitty and in turn, it makes me hate you. Does that even make sense?
I feel like I'm living here, but I'm not truly present. I'm not able to enjoy this city for what it has to offer and its starting to really frustrate me. I just wish I could afford to live in the city. Well, let me rephrase. Technically, I can afford to live here. But, it would mean not having a savings account and well, at that rate, I'd never be able to accumulate the necessary resources to do all the other amazing things I want to do, like travel the world, and buy an apartment, start a company, and then retire before the age of 50.
And now, as I make tentative plans which may include a change of location, I'm wondering if I'll ever get the chance to truly live here, like I've always wanted to. And I wonder if doing that would make things better. I'm so curious/excited/nervous/scared to see where my life will take me in the next few months. Will I finally make DC my real home? Or will I just be the wandering nomad I am and leave this place behind? Time will tell.
oh man, "I feel like I'm living here, but I'm not truly present." yeah. i totally understand. so frustrating. good luck deciding where to go next!
Posted by: leah buckley | June 21, 2012 at 10:33 PM