But now my stuff is scheduled to join me. I'm here, and here to stay, so time to accept it - and part of acceptance is, of course, reporting on the goings on out here. So here, without further ado (drum roll please) badabadabadabadabum ... is my journey to work.
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VdW's abode - he has been the primary victim of my ambivalence - I'm not so much moving out of his house so fast. I anticipate loneliness when I go. I will be sad. And yet, the move *is* scheduled.
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On the way to the metro - the brick sidewalks - they reek of the picturesque, yes - but it sure makes reading while walking more challenging. (I'm reading Brideshead Revisited by the way - for the first time. I find it excellent - like a British F. Scott Fitzgerald.)
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:Eastern Market is my current stop. There was a fire in the actual Eastern Market, so it is not operating right now, at least not in its historical digs, so I did not take a picture of it.
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The metro. DC trains - and train stations, are freakishly, Orwelianly clean.
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Arriving at the work end - Clarendon. More tomorrow.
3 comments:
i'm so sad you're not here anymore!! i will come visit, I think. :-)
and: you've never read Brideshead Revisited before? oh my. I feel shocked, but shall attempt to get over it...
loved Brideshead. (used to sneak it from my mother's bookshelf to read it.)
and the metro is freakishly clean because they won't let you eat or drink anything! i tried to sneak a can of pepsi on the platform and my friend said, 'Oh, god, they're coming. Run!' and we had to run from the metro workers who were looking very determined about identifying the telltale sound of a can of soda being opened.
sigh.
the grime of chicago misses you.
I still can't talk about your move.
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