Just got back from the theater, where we’re setting for tomorrow’s opening day at DC Shorts. Tired and hungry and formulating an opinion on whether or not I will end up returning to DC: short answer, no.
Heat and humidity… unbelievable traffic… packed like a sardine on Metro… fights on the street between an annoying saxophone busker who could only play the theme from Sanford and Son and a Vietnam vet in a wheelchair…
sigh.
I long for my quiet old San Jose neighborhood where I can sit in my backyard by the orange tree and look up at a clear sky with stars. While I can, because the cost of living there is insane. Now I know why.
