I've blogged before about how much I love where I live:
I'm in a great neighborhood in DC (Mt. Pleasant). I've got three great housemates. I live in a beautiful--if somewhat cluttered--rowhouse. The house has exposed brick and roof-top deck with a view of the National Cathedral. I'm a five minute walk from the National Zoo and Rock Creek Park (which for non-DC residents is a wooded park that runs through the city from north to south). I can run in for hours in the park and feel like I'm not in a city. My neighborhood is small diverse and has a couple of bars that I can enter and the bartender knows my name and my drink. I live about two miles from my office which is a fantastic walk. I find that I have everything I need fairly close at hand. And, perhaps most importantly, I'm close to many of my friends.
That said, I have been house-sitting in Rockville for the past week. I lived in this miserable suburb of DC from 2000-2002 and then again for a brief time in 2003. While I appreciate both periods in my life spent here, each time I left, I did so vowing never again to return. In terms of DC suburban living, I much prefer the time I spent in the worse suburbs in Prince George's County to this woebegone collection of identical houses and strip malls.
It has only taken five days here to reinforce what I think I already knew: I love where I live. For this area, I'm convinced that I live in the best possible place. Anywhere else in this area just ain't worth it.
Nite.
Posted by cs at April 3, 2004 12:16 AM