Must relocate

12 Feb

if it’s not boredom at my job, or unexpected drama i detest but somehow attract (or cause), then it must be a sense of location stagnation.  i’m not married to the washington, dc, area.  in orlando on saturday, i sat on the hotel’s rooftop pool deck enjoying sushi in my giant white robe and cherry red bikini.  i was downtown.  it was warm and beautiful.  later that night, as we drove back in a huge taxi van with stolen plates and wedding cake in tow, i was momentarily caught by the tall buildings and city lights.  the people on the streets.  the laughter and neon.  of downtown orlando, of all places.

the same thing happened to me on the way back from dinner in birmingham (MI) a couple weekends ago.  seeing the buildings and art deco and industry of detroit, (yes, of all places), with its garish empty buildings against a dark winter backdrop alongside gentrifying corporate headquarters anchored by cute bars with warm lighting and smiling people (and a homeless dude openly smoking a joint on the sidewalk) made me realize: i have to leave the suburbs.

the district has height restrictions on its buildings.  nothing can be taller than the washington monument.  the capitol is breathtaking, and there are definitely areas i love to hang.  but there’s nothing like manhattan and other true cities, where there’s a heart and it’s usually marked by towering structures competing with each other for the title of “coolest.”  where driving on its outskirts attracts your eyes, and driving within makes you realize you’re just the size of an ant against concrete buildings in what was, moments ago, a horizon of inspiring architecture.

it’s that energy i sacrificed for less rent and less parking problems when i moved to alexandria four years ago.  a studio without parking within walking distance of my job in DC at the time was nearly twice what i pay now to live in a pretty sweet place.  sure, i can walk to a local billiards and bar, and johnny’s pizza is second-to-none, but the vibrancy is absent, swallowed up by cookie cutter housing weaving its way through endless streets and strip malls.

juji’s brilliant idea that i should take a hiatus from work and roam the country looking for some satisfaction satiated me momentarily.  the ansiness is back now though, because, well, where do i even begin?

what in the hell am i looking for, again?

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5 Responses to “Must relocate”

  1. Kevin February 12, 2008 at 3:19 pm #

    I’ve got room on the back of my motorcycle, and I need a wingman for the wedding in Utah in May…

  2. brad February 12, 2008 at 4:56 pm #

    I can’t believe orlando did this to you. that’s like….going to the olive garden and realizing (out loud to fellow diners) “the italians…these beautiful italians put peppers in their salads….endless amounts of peppers and lettuce and sticks of bread…..i must move to tuscany.”

  3. aspiringradass February 12, 2008 at 6:03 pm #

    yes, i’m a hopeless romantic, aren’t i?

  4. Julius February 12, 2008 at 8:32 pm #

    juji says come to here.

  5. universalskeptic May 30, 2008 at 10:46 pm #

    A couple of weekends ago, a friend and I, after consuming several pitchers at Rock It, walked down King Street looking to relive the epic bar crawls and interacting with the crowds spilling out into the street beneath the monstrous buildings stretching above us like the good ol’ days in Chicago and Pittsburgh, respectively. Talk about a buzz kill.

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