I was slurping pho with my friend on Saturday and we were speculating about our futures and where we’d be in a few years when I mentioned my favorite metaphor for Washington DC.  My relationship with this city is like dating someone I don’t really like.  An overly self-assured late 20/early 30something.  Someone a little like Ryan from the Office.

You see, DC always seems to be on the defensive, trying to get me to prove myself.  Oh, you think you can park here?  no, you’re wrong.  Did you want to cross the city between 5 and 7?  no, you can’t.  You wanted to merge into my lane of traffic?  I don’t think so.  I know i’ve written about this before, but DC is no place to rest.  It’s a place for striving, for showing how competent and fast and self-assured you are.  DC doesn’t take no, or even later, for an answer.

More than this, DC is not a city I’m sure I want to commit to.  I mean, he looks good to people back home–successful, hard-working, polite enough, but, really, I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life here.  It’s not him, it’s me.  but it’s also him.

In conclusion, DC (and by extension, NoVa) and I have a tenuous relationship.  I’m glad to be together for now, but I’m not sure how long it will last.  after it’s all over, i know we’ll be able to just be friends.