Well, by late Sunday evening we’d managed to get all of my darling girlfriend’s possessions into our new house, three blocks from her old house. In some ways it was frustrating to move so much stuff – and seriously honey, SO MUCH STUFF – so short a distance, but we both love that neighborhood.
Or rather, we do when we can’t smell the waste processing plant about a mile to the south. I don’t know what’s going on there, if it’s because of the construction there or the dry spell we’re in, but I have never before smelled their skunkyness from that far away before. Talk about an unwelcome welcoming.
The people, however, have all been gems. At least three different neighbors came up and said hello, introduced themselves, offered their assistance, etc. It’s a delightful change, for me, coming in from the extended burbs out by Dulles airport. Not that those folks weren’t nice enough when I ran across them, but I almost never did, despite very similar house spacings.
It’s nice to be home.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs