A River Runs Through It

I would like to settle down and make the DMV home base, but I don’t know where I’d like to live. There are many rivers across the area that appeal to me. If you are not familiar, the DMV refers to DC and its Maryland and Virginia suburbs. I thought that I was going to be limited to staying in Maryland, but Virginia has Medicaid expansion as well (since 2019). I feel the most at home on the Virginia side of the river, but I’ve lived in Maryland long enough to adjust.

I live in Maryland, but I identify as a Virginian.

This is because I was living in Alexandria during September 11th, the day after my 24th birthday. It’s a core memory and Northern Virginia is seared into my brain as home. I heard the plane slam into the Pentagon and I was at least three miles away. Being in the city during that time of grief and watching the way we lifted each other up will stay with me for the rest of my life. Being in Maryland was never designed to be permanent, it was just where I found a house when I first moved. And then I got into their health care system, and it turned out to be bomb.

I know I could get the same type care in Virginia now, so moving is not a barrier to getting a new network of doctors, etc.

But that wouldn’t happen fast, because I’m signing a new lease in Baltimore. The longer I live here, the longer I like it. I am just a fan of having the option of moving back to Virginia when the lease runs out. My sister works in DC, and getting up to Baltimore is a hike. I have learned that being this far north is great except when we want to meet up for lunch.

But let’s say I won the lottery and I could live literally anywhere.

That means I could almost afford Arlington.

I have talked about other world cities where I might be happy. Helsinki, Tampere, Seoul, Enseñada, etc. Ranging from the expensive to the not so much.

But in reality, I like watching the seasons change right here. Baltimore and DC are beautiful.

I have always thought of Baltimore as sophisticated and mysterious because my father had to come on a business trip here once when I was a kid and I just thought it was so cosmopolitan. People who live in Baltimore would laugh at that, but I got here and found a delightful mix of weird and weirder. I belong in the home of John Waters, okkkkkkkkkk……..

As I was saying yesterday, I don’t think my house would appreciate as fast if I bought in Baltimore, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t the best place for me long term. Tiina, if she stays in “southern northern Virginia,” won’t have a problem driving to see me and I love driving to see her, too.

We have a sweet relationship. I left my coat at her house on Saturday, so I went out on Monday to retrieve it. While I was there, she ordered us some lunch and I said, “thanks for feeding me.” She said, “I’m a Jewish mother. It’s what I do.” I said, “how did I not know I needed a Jewish mother friend in my life?” I’m looking forward to Tiina and Brian letting me commandeer their kitchen to feed the whole crew because my kitchen barely lets me cook for myself. I’m sure that will be after the move, possibly next year. Tiina and I are both very busy until January.

I have got tickets home for both Thanksgiving and Christmas this year. I think it’s important that after Angela’s passing that I’m there for both holidays. I like spending time in Houston, but it’s off the table as a place for me to live because Texas doesn’t have Medicaid expansion. It’s sad to me that I feel exiled from Texas, but I would rather live in a blue voting bloc, anyway.

I think that a Scandinavian or Nordic country would be good for me because they’re the most progressive in the world. I don’t know that I would love the climate, but I think about escaping there all the time when I get these questions of “if you could live anywhere.” I am not afraid of showing up in Finland or anywhere else knowing no one. I’ll manage. But I do have an author friend, J.L., in Norway that would have a blast showing me around.

The fact is, though, it’s difficult to settle in a different country even if the countries don’t seem all that different. For instance, moving from the US to Canada. It’s not as similar as you might think, but you don’t know that until you drill down.

I would like to spend time in Canada going to visit Tara on the prairie, but if I lived there I would probably want to settle in Ottawa just because I sort of know my way around. I’ve been there a couple of times and it reminds me of Portland, Oregon because of the Rideau running through the city.

Tara says that Ottawa doesn’t remind her of Portland at all, and they have been to both. I stand corrected by a real Canadian, then. I was just living in Portland at the time and couldn’t help but draw similarities.

A river runs through it, et cetera.

If I ended up in Canada, it would be because I have Janie, the Canadian Editor to collaborate with in real time…. JTCE for short.

I could also see myself moving back to Oregon because it feels the most like home second to DC, and Bryn is already there along with Evan. It’s just so remote that my family never really got out there, and I don’t want to return to that in the future. DC and Baltimore are both short flights for my dad and my sister, and I’d like to keep us as close as we can be given my medical situation. But the consideration is on the table because I know I have lifelong friends in both of them, as well as more lifelong friends in Portland than anywhere else.

In fact, Portland has picked me up from a lot of heartbreak, so it’s no wonder that I’d feel nostalgic for it now. My heart is hurting because I hurt Aada.

“Hurt people hurt people.”

I would like to go all the way back to the beginning of our relationship (when I lived in Portland) and make completely different choices. But wouldn’t we all like to be able to undo things? Life doesn’t come with Control-Z, though, as much as I might wish it did.

I couldn’t have saved my marriage, but I could have saved Aada and me some heartache. That’s because Aada needed me in a different way than Dana, and I fumbled under that pressure. I was a jackass, turning the judgment on myself.

I couldn’t have prevented the divorce because I couldn’t have prevented Aada needing me to keep our relationship on the downlow in terms of specifics. I could have prevented being a jackass to her, though, and I did not.

On more than one occasion.

So, living in the DMV is a mixed bag for me of trying to stay out of Aada’s way (receiving her if she shows up) and trying to move on. I don’t know what she wants… What she really really wants…. :::cue the music:::

If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be in a place where peace reigned supreme, the sins of the past stayed there, and comfort was the motto of the future.

That could be Helsinki. That could be Houston.

But most likely it’s here, because my whole heart belongs to this land, this water, these trees…. And has since I was eight, the first time I touched down at National.

If you are in any way a patriotic person, you must fly into National airport at night, even if it costs extra. I have cried more than once seeing the monuments lit up, my symbol of home.

I keep waffling over where I want to live in the future, but I keep coming back to this place, these people, this land.

Meanwhile the real question on the table is “DC or Baltimore?”

But check back with me after I’ve had some time to travel. My international wanderlust knows no bounds, and I would like to spend time in other cities long enough to know if they feel like home or not.

This one already does.