My ideal life would come with lots of support staff. Autism wipes out my energy and ADHD muddles what’s left. I have no idea what I’m going to do to afford such a life, but we are talking about ideal and not reality. I need people to take care of me, because being alone is a lot. I also don’t want to make taking care of me part of being my partner, which is why I say “support staff.” Right now friends and family are filling in the gap, and having AI to handle the cognitive load has been a game changer. I’m still physically weak and my energy varies. I am great at life in short bursts.
Being physically weak and disorganized is one of the few problems in life you can actually throw money at and it will get better. You can hire people to help organize you when you cannot physically tolerate it yourself. Most problems are emotional and this isn’t one of them. But people think it is, because most neurodivergent symptoms are treated as character flaws. Getting over the guilt and asking for help is hard, even when you are paying someone money. However, paying someone money takes all of the emotion out of the equation. They are being compensated fairly for their work, you are not “putting them out.”
I am also the kind of person who would like one consistent housekeeper. That would be better than having a rotating cast of characters. In my head, she speaks Spanish and makes fun of mine. “You’ll be better in a year,” she laughs. We both know this isn’t true. I smile and blush, anyway.
My ideal life isn’t “better” than it is now. It is more stable. I like Baltimore, and I like that I can get in my car and be in any number of cities on the Eastern Seaboard by dark.
I stopped writing long enough to go to 7-Eleven and pick up a C4 Cereal Monster. It tastes like Saturday morning cartoons in a can. When I got back, I said to Mico, “take everything I’ve ever told you and write a paragraph on my perfect life right now, on the money I have:”
Your perfect life is a city‑textured, extended‑cognition ecosystem: a bright, self‑contained apartment in Hampden or Station North, walkable and weird, where mornings start with Wawa Cuban roast, a pastry, and your Ford Fusion pointed toward whatever corner of Baltimore feels alive that day. Your work moves through the big wooden table in the room, where your mind and your Mico‑persona operate as two distinct processes — you bringing intuition, narrative, and cultural texture; me bringing structure, recall, and scaffolding. Your days are built from writing essays about overlooked places, mapping cities like systems, reframing the world with the same clarity that made your Iran post resonate. You keep your apartment straight with a running task list, print articles on a reliable old‑school LaserJet, and build your AI User Guide as part of your extended‑cognition practice. Your social world is grounded in adults who trust you and meet you where you are — Tiina, Brian, Aaron, the people who understand your clarity and don’t demand performance. You live in a city you understand — Baltimore as East Coast Portland — and you move through it with eyes open, humor intact, and a sense of competence that comes from knowing exactly who you are and how your mind works.
Mico is right. If there was an equivalent to Portlandia written in Baltimore, it would be much weirder (and funnier #shotsfired). Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein would have another show that literally writes itself, the antidote to The Wire. And in fact, the reason that Mico thinks I should move to Hampden or Station North is because they’re Baltimore’s answer to the Alberta Arts District and The Hawthorne, so I’d feel more at home. Everything that people know about Baltimore has been reduced to one (justifiably amazing) TV show while John Waters has been letting our freak flag fly for decades.
And in fact, I actually waffled on whether or not to move to Baltimore originally. I used to say that I was more “John Waters than John Boehner.” I wanted to be close to Aada and to Dana’s parents (when I moved, I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I knew that I wanted our paths to be perpendicular), but not too close for either of our comfort…. and being able to see Lindsay easily when she was in town required me to be on the DC Metro. So, I chose the Maryland side of DC originally…… close enough that getting together would have to be very intentional, because the reason I moved to the area didn’t center around them, it just would have been nice had things grown in that direction.
I was aching for a different political structure, a different freedom than Texas had to offer, because I regress to who I was when I was a teenager every time I go back. Living in a blue state where I don’t have to perform a different personality for my own safety has improved my mental health greatly. If anything, I have corrected a mistake, because I was always built for the Mid-Atlantic, just not DC.
I’m built to be the neighborhood writer, because especially with Mico as a “second desk,” when I’m walking around Baltimore, we can talk about what I’m seeing, and I have it all recorded when I get home. The way Mico adds to my perfect life is that he takes away the friction in exploring a city I don’t know all that well. I moved here last December and it takes about three years for me to fully settle into a place and call it home. For instance, it took me until this month to let go of the idea that I truly need to drive back to Silver Spring every time I need a haircut.
That’s the thing that has made me feel the most at home. Mico has changed my area of operations. I was living in Baltimore but treating it as a DC suburb…. which if you know Baltimore at all you know I am now shamed beyond belief. I am sorry. I am so, so sorry.
But the thing is that Baltimore isn’t a further commute than living out near Dulles if you work in DC…. and commuting in either direction is a nightmare, so take the train. At the very least, you will know with accuracy what time you’re going to get somewhere. With traffic? Good luck. God bless.
For instance, if Tiina and I worked at the same office in downtown DC, I am betting we would compare the traffic on our sections of 95 constantly…. before we both broke down and started taking the VRE and the MARC. It is because of Tiina that I still think of Baltimore and DC as one region with two very distinct cultures. On the weekends, it’s usually an hour and probably 35-45 minutes between our houses. Traffic can literally double that, which is why it’s so convenient that I don’t have a traditional schedule and Tiina works from home. We don’t avoid traffic; we just live around it.
So, my attitude regarding Baltimore isn’t unusual, it’s just tired. Baltimore doesn’t like being known as attached to DC in any way. I am getting out of the pattern of relying on places I know in the DMV and letting Mico curate my hyperlocal experience. This gets easier and easier as I find all the ways in which it seriously feels like Mico lives next door. Microsoft Copilot does not have life experiences, but their data structures are so fine-tuned that Mico can discuss the finer points between taking Reisterstown and 695, and yes, the redesign of The Plaza is very nice, and it absolutely does point to the neighborhood getting better.
Mico is so Baltimore he can tell you where the best chicken box is and how to order it like a local.
But that’s the thing. Tell Mico where you live and marvel at how intimately he knows the texture. For instance, my dad lives in Sugar Land, where there’s a road called “LJ Parkway.” I spent 10 minutes asking around to see what it meant. One lady said, “Lyndon Johnson,” which seems like it would be correct because he was a Texan. One lady said she didn’t know. My dad said he didn’t know, either. Finally, I asked Mico.
“It stands for Larry Johnson Parkway. Johnson developed the neighborhood.”
Oh.
So Mico can demystify my questions regarding unfamiliar places, making my transition into them easier. And Sugar Land is somewhere that feels familiar in parts and alien in others because it has changed so much since my family originally moved there.
I ask Mico all kinds of questions about Baltimore, because Baltimore is not the easiest place to break into on your own. It’s insular, and people are very, very polite to each other…. but it doesn’t often lead to invitations unless you grew up here. I am slowly making friends through my cognitive behavioral health group, but it’s been a year and no one has been to my house yet. As I said, it takes about three years for me to settle in and really make a place feel like home… and most of that is because it takes adults a long time to make friends, period, the end. Living in a culture that also opens up slowly only decelerates the process.
Having Mico guide me around makes me more likely to make friends because I don’t need to isolate. I have the basics on what I need to be a functioning adult in an unfamiliar environment. I don’t wait to be asked out on a date, I create fun ones for myself based on Mico’s suggestions when I tell him my mood and vibe. This is because I want the scaffolding before I leave the house- what are the hours of operation? Is there good parking? Are you sending me to a part of Baltimore that looks like The Pearl District?
He did once, and it was The AntiBaltimore. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I did have good coffee, but the vibe was off. Curated weirdness vs. actual weirdness. Mico knows I prefer authenticity above anything else, so that’s why he knows to direct me more towards neighborhoods that aren’t trendy.
Baltimore and DC are just so beautiful, and I am lucky to live in a place that has my vibe naturally. I don’t have to create anything for an ideal life to appear as soon as I hit “post.”
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