referring to one of the following: 1) one and a half quadrants of D.C., as the District is, like many cities, divided into quadrants, only one and a half of which really are occupied by a geographically mobile population; 2) Arlington, VA; 3) Montgomery County, MD; or 4) that town way the hell out at the end of a Metro line where your cousins live but yet they still refer to themselves as being from D.C. So, naturally, at this point is where the writer makes that clichéd joke about how he’s lived in D.C. for five years, which makes him a local, given how transient the city is. Insert canned laughter. Man, I feel bad for the two real locals that I know.
Although I’ve done stints in New York, Boston, and Seattle, I’ve lived in D.C. for well over a decade. When I tell newcomers this, their eyes bug out. I’ve often said that if one sticks around here long enough, almost everyone passes through at some point. The key phrase, of course, is “passes through.”
|Über-supported shoulderstand, during teacher training.|
The second casualty will be one of my gal pals from yoga teacher training. In a little over a week, she heads out of state for a bit before ultimately landing in Europe. Admittedly, I was one of the first people to initially leave D.C. after the training was over, as I drove out west to Seattle merely days after the final weekend. But, I returned! Whether my gal pal does the same remains to be seen, as she’s got a fantastic journey lined up for her in Florence, Italy. I’m sure that what comes her way will reboot her by offering a different perspective…sort of like inversions (hehe, a super forced attempt to make the photo relevant).
Bon voyage, Bri. I’ll keep you posted on the latest about your favorite Iyengar teacher if you whip up some crazy Italian dish the next time you’re in town.
Check out Bri’s musings at Sin Zapatos.