This weekend I spent my time in Washington, D.C. I lived in D.C. for the part of life when everything feels very attainable, which is why I’m dedicated to my former city. I defend it. I build it up. My love is unconditional.
Being there at times felt familiar. Like when I walked by my favorite take-out spot on 14th St., the one I would order from every time I came back from a business trip.
I had so much fun catching up with dear friends, hopping in and out of bars, and showing my friend from Boston all around my young adult city. But, experiencing the city felt a little like cheating on Boston and my new life, which is remarkably happier and more fulfilling than my days spent traipsing around looking to talk to strangers and stay up all night.
I found myself remembering how much energy D.C. has. It’s becoming whereas Boston just is. Boston is not interested in changing; it’s adamant about preserving. There’s great comfort in knowing what you get. But, sometimes when I’m home, I remember how D.C.’s vibrancy can be intoxicating and unexpected. And, I miss it.
My excitement for the trip lead me to share my oh-so-important opinions with all the good people in my path, instead of listening.
Listening to other people and being curious is without a doubt thoughtful. It’s also how to win friend and influence people. However, in this case when I finally shut up, I started to listen. And soon, I noticed how much energy it takes to be in a becoming city like D.C.
Reflecting back, Saturday I spent all day at the pool drinking rose. (#roseallday) Then we took a nap from 6:30 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. We went out at 11 p.m. We got home at 3:30 a.m. Man, I miss that. In theory.
As much as I agree that people should listen because it makes people like you and because learning is fundamental, listening can help break through blinders. When my blinders came down, I knew without a doubt I never would have been inspired to write my first novel without my D.C. experiences. I also never would have dedicated the time putting pen to paper without old steadfast Boston.
Boston’s stillness gave me room and headspace to create. Since I’d rather have the capacity for output than be drained in order to aid another city become, I know I’m in the right place.
While I was there I meant to send one query letter and research agents to query. Possible in Boston, impossible on 14th St. The pulsing energy of the city made me want to look in every direction but down at my laptop.