Why did I ever move away from Eastern Market again? Oh yeah because I was living in a two bedroom, one tiny bath with two other girls, one of whom had a husband who also lived with us from time to time.
Still, when I returned to the neighborhood tonight I was reminded how much I liked living there. After all, it was during a late night walk two and a half years ago down one of those bricked sidewalks that out of the blue I realized DC was where I was supposed to be.
Maybe someday I’ll move back. All I have to do is marry a guy who is either rich or very good at fixing things in old row houses. Or both.