A brief intro

Did anyone tell you?  I've changed cities again.  Packed up my two bags, bought a one-way ticket, and took off for, hmm... What shall I call it?  The life I dream of living!  Sounds appropriate enough.  I considered writing about it while I was basking in the grand anticipatory period, but the reality of it just wouldn't sink in, and I'm not yet the trained fiction writer I plan to be someday.  It even took a fews days of walking around the city to feel the actuality of the fact that I live here.  Wait, I do?

Yes in fact, I do.  "Where?" you ask?  Run to your nearest map and place your index finger on the the 51st state.  Washington, DC, baby.  Sounds crazy, right?  I suppose it is slightly ironic since for the longest time I was convinced that I would become the happiest of ex-pats in some far away country working in another language for some foreign government.  And now not only am I a resident of the nation's capitol, but I may even be working for the U.S. government in a matter of weeks (still TBA).  I'll admit, it's even downright funny.  But sitting here in my newly renovated and decorated home (that I share with a lovely lady by the name of Carleigh), I really feel like I'm in my home.  The smell, the colors, the lighting, the sounds.  Everything.  A week and a half and that sense of ownership I usually reserve for only the dearest of places has definitely grown some roots.  Shocked?  Me Too!

So from Switzerland to Portland to Idaho to Los Angeles and finally (for now) to DC.  It has been a whirlwind to say the least, but the energy and possibility that has taken me from one place to another is what I thrive off of.  (I guess there is a reason why my family calls me the gypsy--though I shower and change my clothes fairly often, I swear.)  But that part of me that keep me thinking about where I can go next and what I can do when I get there while still maintaining that element of flexibility and surprise... It's what makes me, ME.  Maybe DC will be the place where I let my roots grow a little deeper, especially if they already seem to be getting comfortable.  How could I know if I don't try?

Right now, I'm trying my best to enjoy this new beginning, watching it grow into a life that I would have never anticipated.  And isn't that what we should live for?  The greatness and beauty that lies in the unexpected...

Looking out our living room window, 18th street is buzzing with activity and strangers.  The cool air gently whirls its way through the curtains and reminds me again that this is real.  Hell yes it is!  And you know what I say?  Bring.  It.   On.