(For Part I, please click here. For Part II, here. For Part III, here.) When I called the rental agency the next day during my lunch hour, Mr. Jackson sounded feeble and morose, “Well, the good news is that you were approved! This means that we’d be happy to take you on as a tenant in … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART IV
(For Part I, please click here. For Part II, here.) After almost settling for less than butterflies, my montage continued. Basement apartment with no windows. Really cute studio in a mildly questionable neighborhood, well out of my reasonable price range. Bottom level of a house with the pungent aroma of mildew and a housemate representing the … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART III
(For Part I, please click here.) Ladies and gentlemen, this is the story of boy meets girl girl meets housing. In the beginning, I was optimistic. You can’t hurry love D.C. housing, no, you just have to wait. They say love D.C. housing don’t come easy, it’s a game of give and take. But the longer searching for “the one” got, the more … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART II
It was late June. I had just punched the clock for the day and was headed to Dupont Circle to meet up with a gal pal I hadn’t seen since we were both in Israel in 2009. After a joyous embrace, we sat at the bar for happy hour cosmos and sangria. As my heel … More Confessions of a Suburban War Veteran — or, looking for love in the city. PART I
Harry is a pal from college whose effortless acceptance of art in his life is something I often quite covet for my own. Harry graduated a year before me and was off to Nashville for the beginnings of his next adventures. As our individual stories are forged far and wide, across the country and into … More I Miss You
I love air travel. There are so many aspects of it that have captured my heart since my very first flight. It’s the idea of changing scenery for a moment. It’s the stories to be created on the other side. It’s knowing who is waiting at your destination with the sole intention of taking you … More Nancy Pokres (June 27, 1936 — July 31, 2012)
My journey through the twenties is ultimately a quest to establish a lasting union between my cliché love of pink, glittery giggles and my mind’s ongoing search for meaningful, intellectual nuggets. Every now and then, I stumble upon a point in time in which the two collide. With enough of these collisions, I believe I’m … More Learning to Let Go
I often find myself running late to things because I’m too busy dancing. I’ll be five minutes away from departure time and then erroneously put on some Beyonce song. After this has been done, it’s all over. One song leads to the next and I find myself in a time consuming predicament of, “But wait, … More D.C., Round Two
About three years ago, my plane landed down in California with an origin of Athens, Greece. When I first came home from my six-month adventure, I was mailed a stack of papers on reverse culture shock. I quickly tossed them in the recycling bin. After all, it’s not like I was coming back from somewhere … More On Courage and Chaos
I get honked at out here. A lot. They’re not those passive toots, timidly letting you know that you’ve been stopped at a green light for about a minute already, that you can count on getting in Oregon. They’re not those slightly agitated, but certainly in the right ones you get in California when you’re … More You Bring the Appetizers and I’ll Bring the Natural Disasters
ROUGH OUTLINES 