Catch up–I started this one in January…
This post, written by NASA’s Thomas Zurbuchen, really hit home with me (pun unavoidable). Like Dr. Zurbuchen, I’ve lived many places and consider myself fortunate to have had these experiences, these different homes. Albuquerque, St. Paul, New Orleans, Louisville, Bloomington (IN), Honolulu*, Nyack* (NY), St. Paul*, Albuquerque (*several were also temporary; 3-12 months). Most recently, and for the longest at 16 years, Portland, OR.
My apartment is lovely, sunny, spacious, and has really affordable parking. It’s an easy walk to the metro, and there’s a Whole Foods just across the street. My south-facing windows act as passive solar (no need for heat all winter!), and I experience an odd disconnect from life on the ground (the trees stop by the third floor or so). I’m as settled as I will be here–which is mostly, but not quite. I call my DC apartment The Urban Nest, perched as I am on the 21st floor. And I call it that because I just quite cannot call it “home.”
As far as living place goes what’s holding me back from that settled feeling is primarily environmental…the lack of green space, the traffic noise around me, nighttime light…As far as my own mindset that this is all temporary, well that’s a product of the fellowship situation–11 months, no extensions.
Soon enough though, I’m confident I’ll be referring fondly back to my days in The Urban Nest, my DC home. This place and space having anchored their way into my cellular memory, as have all those other places.