The District of Columbia is a small town.
Despite the quantity of agencies, ideas, government, non-profits, food trucks, and height limitations on buildings, we’re awfully close together. It’s relatively easy to walk across each quadrant, through Rock Creek Park, across the Anacostia, over the Potomac, past McMillan Reservoir, through the Zoo, past the Observatory, into Atlas Theater, up Connecticut Avenue. In my years here, I’ve been at nearly every metro stop and to the end of every line.
Even Shady Grove.
On the metro, I play a “list game” with my partner and the WMATA map, where we list the coolest things we’d seen or done at each stop. Mass at the Basilica at Brookland/CUA, the drum circle at Malcolm X Park in Columbia Heights, the farmers market at Dupont Circle, CPR/First Aid training at Navy Yard, and on and on.
As we’ve lived here longer, the density of interesting places becomes more pronounced. This city has so many details to me, so many restaurants, parks, bars, bus shelters, elementary schools, public pools, and hospitals. This city is my home.
Navy Yard is a very dense place to me. Continue reading →