I felt as if I was at home the first time I visited DC, and I’ve felt that way every time. Although I’ve never managed to live there, I want to go there every chance I get, and it’s always a wonderful feeling. Some part of me feels that maybe I’m meant to be a visitor, not a resident. My bank account definitely feels that way…

My most recent visit to DC was during a turbulent phase in my life. I’d been making a lot of changes; I’ll just leave it at that. During one day spent alone in the city, I had what I can only describe as a Moment, or rather, a series of Moments. You know Moments – you never forget them, and they’re special for reasons that you may not even be able to put into words. For that reason and many others, DC is always going to be special to me.

No one I know seems to understand my longtime obsession with this city. They look at it and see horrible traffic, government corruption, crime, and crazy street design. I look at it and see my spiritual home.