There are two sad facts about life in D.C.
First, we have – without a doubt – the worst drivers in America.
Second, you better be good at making friends.
This place is home to a large number of transients who, more than any other place I’ve lived, come and go depending on elections, job opportunities, deployments, marriages, divorces, births, deaths, school and other fill-in-the-blank life shifts. A major change in one of these areas often prompts a friend to move away. Scores of friends entered the Washington revolving door since we moved here in summer 2005. Like love-struck teenie-boppers, we become inseparable – football Sundays, happy hours, barbecues (no key parties) – before something pushes them out of our everyday lives.
The wife and I have attended a rash Final Supper-like gatherings that culminated in farewell toasts, which I feel are a bit out of place in any setting aside from a wake. I don’t believe in goodbyes – I do believe I’ll see you later. What comes around, goes around – as Ratt said. What departs will eventually return. Yang follows ying – a perfect circle.
No teary tributes here. What I do offer are some semi-accurate caricatures of a few friends who are leaving, but who really aren’t that far away.