#333; from the archives & thoughts on Spring

The View from Dupont was always a beautiful one.

The View from Dupont, always a beautiful one.

It’s sort of starting to feel like Spring here in Boston.

Spring always makes me miss Washington, DC, though. I left the District in June of 2010 after almost ten years there and days like today – weather in the fifties, going to a friend’s house to watch the baseball game and celebrate my boyfriend’s 31st birthday – make me miss it there way too badly. So today, I dove into my archives (back in the day my first public blog – which was at one time or another quoted by The Washington Post & Wonkette among other publications – was called The View from Dupont, and I loved it with all of my blog-loving heart) and found a beautiful piece about one of my favorite ways to spend time in DC and it just spoke to me. Here you are, DC in prose, speaking to me from all the way back in 2006.


Saturday I’m going to go spend the day at Arlington National Cemetery. I love it there, but I’ve only been a couple of times, but Summer’s the best time to go. It’s so hot and so miserable most people stay away, it’s silent anywhere you go. So this weekend, I’m going to take Saturday all for myself and disappear for a day. I have places to go.

Visiting Bobby‘s grave. Growing up, even though I was Republican as a kid, I wanted to be a politician like him. Someone who was able to look beyond personal politics and do what was truly good for the rest of the community, or country, or world. I wanted to be just as smart, just as good with words, just as charming and successful as the most attractive Kennedy. So I always stop by to say hello; to let him know that he did make an impact, even if it wasn’t the impact he’d hoped for as he ran for President.

I’ll stop by to pay respects at the Eternal Flame. As a lover of pink, not to mention someone who had to do the whole “being on his arm” thing for a while, I have huge amounts of respect for Jackie O. And the Boston in me has to stop and say a word for JFK. From there I wander for a while, enjoying the silence, reading as many names as I can. I try to remind myself when I’m there that they aren’t just stones, but names. I find my way to the Tomb of the Unknowns and that’s where I sit for a while. Then I’ll wander some more, looking for specific spots that I’ve loved, staying towards the front of the area so as there’s no chance at all I’ll come across Iwo Jima. I know, it seems like something obvious enough that you wouldn’t just happen upon it, but I’ve been known to get far more lost than that and something about the monument unsettles me, so I want to be cautious.

Sent from my Dell Desktop‘s post about leaving DC really got to me this week, and thinking of that is one of the reasons I’m making an effort to get the most out of this summer: “The lasts rarely make themselves known. It usually isn’t until long after the fact that you realize that what happened will never happen again. Last moments: kisses, dances, conversations, good-byes. They slip by unnoticed until it’s too late to go back and remember.”


I find it surprising and a little bit said that 4 years before I left DC, I already seemed to know how hard it would be. From the moment I moved there when I was 18, I felt at home. DC was a part of a me and I was a part of it – fully at home and comfortable. I had my heart breaks and made many mistakes, but the city itself never did me wrong, and I think I knew that the whole time I lived there, not just after I’d left. It’s archive posts like this one that make think back fondly and try to remember those lasts, and try to savor every day now even more. So let’s enjoy our measly Spring 50-degrees and an opening day at Fenway which we don’t have tickets to. Let’s celebrate The Boyfriend’s birthday by appreciating our friends and our favorite cheap bars and seeing the same things with new eyes.

 

#315; 2013 & Me

Christmas is days away, and then a new year comes to town with all of its promise and excitement. This time of year is always nice (despite my Grinchy tendencies) with families coming together, long distance friends reaching out, and so many of us taking the time to express our gratitude and count our blessings.

The holiday season is a nice reminder that during a rough year I do have things to be grateful about and I do have many blessings. And so begins my 2013 review. Continue reading

#312; Comin’ down the world turned over.

07Autumn in Boston has come to a rapid end (though today’s 65+ degree weather was a strange and surprising delight!). The leaves have changed and (thanks to the cold snap last week) fallen and it’s that time of the year that we start reflecting.

Any of this sound familiar? “OMG HOW IS IT ALREADY NOVEMBER?” “NO WAIT WHERE DID NOVEMBER GO I’M 30,000 WORDS BEHIND ON MY NANOWRIMO!” “OH DEAR, IT’S THANKSGIVING & I HAVEN’T DONE ANY OF MY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING” and so on and so forth.

Halloween comes and goes in a whirl of weirdly wonderful photos on your facebook wall. I had friends this year dressed as everything from Carlos Danger to the devil herself. I spent the evening watching The Voice reruns and eating sinfully decadent gobs of candy; not a bad holiday night if I say so myself.

Of course, here in Boston Halloween came in with a bit of a dulled bang – we had just won the World Series and our city elections were only five days away. Our city already had a lot on its mind, I guess you could say. As have I.

I spent this Fall in and out of the city I call home, physically and mentally. I traveled to California (Sacramento & Tahoe City) to join the California Young Democrats for their Biannual Convention, I hit San Antonio & Austin for the first time ever for the Young Democrats of America, and spent a lot of weekends in Central & Western Mass on behalf of awesome statewide 2014 candidates. I used up a lot of my nights marathon’ing Supernatural with The Boyfriend & doorknocking all over Southie for the inspiring Suzanne Lee. I got to know my own neighborhood again, and made it a mission to get to know more of this incredible city everyday.

I left my job at The Theater Offensive and am in the middle of restarting my 24-hour political life. I forgot to make plans for Thanksgiving and go re-elected Chair of the Greater Boston Young Democrats. We welcomed in a new Board for the Young Democrats of Mass (yours truly was elected Vice Chair) and planned to kick off a brand new Women’s Caucus after the voters of Massachusetts chose to send Katherine Clark to the ballot to replace Ed Markey. My beloved State Rep was elected as Mayor to replace the institution that is Tom Menino.

This Fall has been remarkable for both it’s big moments, and it’s small ones. Seeing my brother get married. Being invited to speak at Boston University. Spending an evening with Boston journalists and new friends dissecting local politics. As I job hunt and get back to my roots (making myself write everyday, refreshing my coding memory, designing for the sake of creating), I realize more and more how grateful I am for all that’s gone on in 2013. It’s been a rough one at times (one is never happy to be jobless; Suzanne unfortunately lost her bid for City Council), but this is the month for gratitude, isn’t it?

I feel like I’d rather focus on that – the gratitude – than panic over all I haven’t done yet and all I never will.

With that, I send you into the holiday season with a full heart and a welcome back!

#310; I love Mayor Johnny Cummings

I’ve spent quite a bit of time in the south recently, more in the last couple of months than I have since I moved to Boston in 2011. And, really as always, I completely love it. So please, take a moment to watch the best video ever made by Stephen Colbert. Once you do, you might understand how I – as a queer, feminist, loudmouthed, New Englander – can love the south and its people so much.