Sunshine - on my shoulder - makes me happy

. . . Opening up with a little John Denver for the crowd this morning. J

 

It’s another beautiful Spring day here in Northern VA. A beautiful blue sky with little fluffy clouds floating out in the distance. My mind wanders away from the task at hand, because the task I have at hand is, well, rather boring.

 

Take me home, country roads, to the place I belong . . .

 

Definitely not West Virginia, though. I am a misplaced Philadelphian and sometimes wish to return to the city of my youth. I realized the other day that I have now lived away from Philly much longer than I actually lived in it. I always call it home, even though, for all intent and purposes, Virginia is my home now. My husband is from a desert area of Southern California and is not that fond of big cities, so I doubt that we would ever be able to move back there. Not that I blame him – if I grew up running up and down mountains and strolling through open fields, I don’t think I’d be happy in a huge city either.

 

D.C.’s not that bad a place anyway – it’s a pretty small town, actually, smaller than you would think. Since I worked on a lot of local political campaigns in my 20s, I got to know, at least by sight, a ton of people. Also, the same 50 people tend to show up at the same local events so you get to know a bunch of people quick. “Oh yeah, I saw you at the Blah-Blah Cookout last week.”

 

The only problem I have with this area is that everyone is so job driven. I totally understand it, because if you come here it is because you want to make a difference, but sometimes I wish folks were a little more laid back and less frantic. But then it wouldn’t be D.C., would it? J

 

Anyway . . . I’ve lost my train of thought. I suppose I should actually do the work I get paid for now. I’ll probably revisit this another time – hope everyone is having a good day today!