(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.) 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
Not only did I find a place to get laptop mellow, but the same place also happens to have a black and white cookie that is done right. On top of this, they have chai — good chai. Goodbye, suburbs. You are convenient when I need Tupperware and assorted garden items from your dizzying array … More Metaphorical Hot Springs
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