Packing was fun . . until it wasn't fun anymore. Until I became emotional about leaving my neighborhood, my garage, the proximity to Georgetown and everything else. I can get anywhere I need to be in about ten minutes or less. And I'm sad to let that go. I've lived here for 3 years, nearly the entire time I've been in D.C., and I'm sentimental.
So tonight I begged the girls to walk to Georgetown with me. 75 degrees and perfect, I wanted frozen yogurt. And I wanted to enjoy that walk for the last time from my apartment.