Three weeks in the DC area, petsitting. The third trip I’ve made there since moving away five months ago.
I’ve petsat for this friend many times, and it felt like a return to a familiar way of living. I spent the three weeks hanging out with friends, slipping into old routines and spaces, watching British baking shows, ticking boxes off my half-marathon training schedule, and talking to a cat who likes to talk back.
Returning was bittersweet. I didn’t leave DC because I don’t like DC anymore; other priorities became more important. And I’ve lived in Raleigh for a few months now but haven’t fully settled in yet. To return somewhere that I genuinely love, where I feel comfortable and where most of my friends are, was soul-filling and also a bit of a rough reminder that Raleigh isn’t quite home again yet.
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