Well, it's been one week since I packed up a 22' moving truck and drove off into the sunset with all my belongings.
When I embarked on this blogging venture, I thought I'd actually stick it out and watch my neighborhood transform. I thought I'd be like my first D.C. landlord who told stories of how Logan Circle used to be the red light district---except in my case, I would be the one saying, "I remember when, Barry Farm used to be..."
Ah, but such is life. After six solid years, it wasn't the neighborhood that got me, it was my condo association. The drama day in and day out of which utility bill to pay and which court order to ignore, because people weren't paying their condo fees, was just too much for someone who actually pays their bills on time, in full, each and every month. Not having heat during some of the coldest days this past winter, made coming home after a long days work, so physically/mentally challenging that something had to give. And after nearly running my savings dry trying to help pay said delinquent bills because my neighbors couldn't be bothered, I realized, I had bought into what some might call a "money pit" and that it was time to move off the property.
The decision to leave did not come lightly, but the reality was--my home was no longer my sanctuary and I dreaded being there. So I waved my little white flag, admitting defeat and packed up.
And with that said, I've decided to make an early exit from the blogging scene. I wish everyone the best--not only the other River East bloggers, but to the residents--the ones I left behind. I'll always hold a special place in my heart for those of you that made me feel welcome these past six years. Keep up the good work and if you find yourself on the other side, in NE DC--come say hi--as this is where I'm hanging my hat (for now at least).