I left Brooklyn after 17 years. I left my house, most of my stuff, my dreams, my marriage and my life as I knew it.
This is how I ended up back in the Technicolor world of the DC suburbs. It is NOTHING like Brooklyn. There are no sidewalks where I live. The main roads are littered with deer carcasses. When I fall asleep, I listen to crickets, not sirens and people yelling, cursing and fighting. People form orderly lines in the CVS here and intentionally make eye contact and speak. They talk about going to Wegman’s, a grocery store, with the enthusiasm of an opening night show on Broadway. I have to sit by the window to talk on the phone because my signal sucks. They play go-go on the radio. The humidity makes my hair big. The pollen count makes my nose bleed. The men talk slow and move fast.
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