Today I dropped LMC off at school, saw a familiar face on the road and drove to a museum without the use of my GPS. Parking was easily found on a narrow side street and an iPhone app paid the meter as my change purse was empty.
Walking the marble and tree lined streets, the crimson and flaxen leaves start to shower me as the wind picks up. My purse swinging by my side & a waft of someone making breakfast nearby caught my attention. Rounding two corners and stepping inside, there was shelter found from leaves and wind. Two quick hours later, my phone buzzes to acknowledge the ever present parking meter.
Leaving the museum, the parking officer (who was not writing me a ticket, rather the car in front) & I exchange pleasantries and a high five before passing by the White House, under the Friendship Archway indicative of any chinatown, and rounding the Library of Congress before heading to Eastern Market where fresh Halibut, celery root, and sweet potatoes were purchased for tonight's dinner.
I parked a second time and a stroll on a brick sidewalk kicking the leaves and smiling at those passing. The lady at the veggie counter gave me a flower and the meat man gave me a discount.
I'm not from around here & I don't make bones about it, but this place can really feel like home if you let it.
I have really come a long way.