DC isn’t a horrible place. I just don’t fit here, or it doesn’t fit me, or something like that. I haven’t been unhappy, and there are assuredly people and things I will miss:
- Humphrey and Humriette. I know somebody else in the complex puts out sugar-water, fortunately.
- Letting the Goth-kitties out onto the balcony to watch the cardinals and the titmice.
- Fairfax Choral Society. I don’t know what I’ll do back in Madison, but I’ll just have to do something, because Doug Mears reminded me that despite the abject poverty of my native talent for it, music is something worth working at.
- The World’s Coolest Boss. Once in a lifetime, I tell you what.
- The spring peepers in the woods across the parking lot, and the hop-toads on the sidewalks.
- Hearing four or five languages on the short bus ride between work and home—now and then, hearing one I can’t even identify.
- Friends who made me welcome here; colleagues who valued me more than I deserve.
A good list for a good place.
