Last day in Washington - I fly in a few hours. In keeping with my tradition of the last few years, I'm getting a haircut on my way to the airport. (I admit: I'm afraid of getting it cut overseas. I can barely explain what I want my hair to do in English, much less in a foreign language.) Pretty much everything I needed to do except get my car shipped has been done, and luckily I have friends who are more responsible than I to help with the logistics on that once I leave. How would any of us survive moving every two to three years if it weren't for our friends, who mail us things that don't fit in our suitcases, take the half-empty bottles of ketchup and vodka from our refrigerators, and sort out the piles of crap before the movers arrive?
Last night I and a few friends went to my favorite pre-departure place in DC: the back side of the Lincoln Memorial. For the past few years, every time one of us departs Washington for an extended period of time, we've wandered down to sit behind Abe late at night, where we watch road and air traffic, look at the lights of Virginia and the dark of Arlington Cemetery, and revel in having our own little piece of DC to ourselves. No photos, because the lighting wasn't right, and the moment wasn't either. It's just a nice way to remember my last day in DC: swinging our feet off the marble wall, holding hands and telling old jokes.
I'm off on a new adventure, but this is still home, because of all of the people I love here. See you soon, DC.