Saturday, September 4, 2010

Missing DC: Part I

I pride myself on being totally independent. Of friends. Of family. Especially from men. I've never been the kind of girl that gets a boyfriend and loses herself and stops seeing her girls or working out or going to (insert hobby here) class. But since I've recently departed the DC area for what I fear will be an endless two and a half months of familial and work pursuits, it occurs to me I may have a dependency problem when it comes to my city. And The East Coast. And Yankee Bitches. Its kind of pathetic, but I don't know if I can truly be me and exist anywhere else. I'm too cranky. And angsty. And misomaniatic.

And I have complete writer's block here in NoCal. Maybe because there aren't any toxins in my water and the air is too fresh. The weather is too fine and the inhabitants too relaxed. It makes me nauseous.

It's not that I don't have a million gazillion and one things to write about...

Par example: = the going away party that twenty of my friends threw me this past Tuesday night which ended in me getting kicked out of strip club. Epic...win.

Perhaps I should rant and rave and bitch and moan without end about the fact that I've now been in California (temporarily I promise) for 4 days now and I already miss the angst and meanness and black clothes and cell phone reception of DC so much that I am only one more woven-skirt wearing, vegan hippie away from taking a baseball bat to a headshop or voluntarily allowing dairy cows to trample over my soon-to-be mangled dead body on a fog laden road rounding the hills abutting Dillon Beach.

But I digress.

All I know is...I miss home. I know I should be excited to be young and experience new things and new people and new food and new shops and new sites. And I know my wanderings and explorations have an expiration date not too far into the future. But I already long for the broken down Red Line that is sure to smell like rich boy piss after the long drunken Labor Day weekend and taxi drivers that cut you off within an inch of your worthless, recession-reject of a life, then give you the finger as if it were your mistake.

Ahhh...to be where where the know-it-all politicos preach, the H-street hipsters dawn designer plaid and the G-town fratties flaunt their douchery daily- all deliciously melted into one steamy, hot and humid, miserably pretentious, wonderful place I call home.

11 comments:

C_girl said...

DC misses you too...and congratulations on the DC Blogs shout-out!

Anonymous said...

we in the District miss you, too.

Vittoria said...

wow. i kind of hated dc today and now i love it again. thank you! i knwo that um, doesn't help? but uh! you'll be back soon!!! and it was humid again today.

Christie from CityGirlsWorld said...

Hilarious. I too have a story involving the red line, random people, and an unexpected stop off at Camelot.

Nothing replaces DC!

Toddy said...

Ladies! Thank you so much for your comments, well wishes and musings. Its so motivating as a new blog writer to at least have a few readers to keep me going. Also, its my first DC Blog shoutout or any shoutout for that matter so I am embarassingly tickled about it. Vittoria-the weather report was a BIG help. NorCal is annoyingly not humid and perfect as always. Christie-indeed the strip club I got kicked out of was Camelot. Cheers!

Anonymous said...

Wow, I can completely relate to this... I am originally from SoCal which is also perfect, chipper, and sunny ALL the time- but now that I've lived in DC for 2.5 years, I am hooked on the East Coast. There is something to be said about the chaos of city living, it's intoxicating. Both places have their good bad though, hopefully you can adjust, it truly is beautiful out there!

Black Sage said...

When I went off to work on the campaign-- I missed the 90 bus and all of its characters... oh yeah-- and there is nothing like U Street on the weekend.

Sassy Marmalade said...

Found you through DCBlogs and love your writing. I'm a SoCal to DC transplant and have to say that most days, I miss San Diego. But I love how you romanticize everything dreary and dank about DC and make it seem new again!

Toddy said...

Sassy- I love love love being called "dreary and dark." Its like I'm a Royal Tannenbaum family member. Maybe I'll start wearing red and white striped wrist bands.

Anonymous-I agree--CA is def absolutely beautiful and has amazing cities and people and activities. But its not my home long-term. Just not me.

Sage- you've inspired me to write an entry about bus characters as soon as I witness anything super blog worthy.

thank you all for your comments!

Stimey said...

I did the opposite: NoCal to DC. I thought I would hate it here, but I really do like it. It surprised me.

If you give California some time, it might grow on you too.

Toddy said...

Hey Stimey, thanks for the comment. In actuality, I really do enjoy NoCal. I visit there at least once a year if not more because my big brother, aunt, uncle, cousin and only living Grandparent live there. Its just not my HOME you know? And I was just having a NoCal cranky, missing DC moment. I mean isn't that what a blog is for? To have a little tantrum via online writing? Glad you like it here and hope you get to visit home on occasion! Cheers, T!