Northern Virginia Again
You are looking at that panorama because I have to look at that panorama. (Update: Geez, Wordpress makes the thumbnails teeny! Click it to get a better look.) A little over six months after Elf and I moved to Blacksburg, I’m back in the neighborhood on business. The hotel I’m at is a longer-than-remembered Metro ride from the old neighborhood, so I hopped on the Yellow Line to see it again. I guess I was feeling a little nostalgic, even after re-experiencing traffic jams.
It was weird; small things have changed in six months. The yuppie-hippy art store is now a hair salon, and the faux Irish pub changed their menu enough that I had to read it. But I did get to visit a bookstore with a horror section — that was nice.
All told, I think I’m going to enjoy the trip back home, if for no other reason than it’s home now and this isn’t. It’s some odd alternate-universe simulacrum of home where I’m not allowed into my apartment and my wife doesn’t show up at the pub to gripe about work. Nostalgia is just a short step from depression, and I probably shouldn’t indulge it any more.
