Thank you for the kind words about work. I’m not good with change in general, and I’m especially not fond of endings. There’s nothing after an ending, you know. It’s like a period at the end of a sentence.
I finished The Hopefuls by Jennifer Close, and there was one paragraph I really liked that came to me at the right time:
Here’s what I still hate about DC: the way that nothing is permanent, the feeling that everything and everyone you know, could (and does) wash away every four or eight years. All of these important people, so ingrained in the city — you can’t imagine that this place could exist without them. But one day they’re gone and everything keeps moving just the same. Who can get their footing in a place like this? It feels like quicksand to me (page 299).
That is a decent summary of what makes DC different from other cities. Things change here, often. There were classmates who were with me from Kindergarten through senior year, but there was always a chunk that would move here because their parents got a government job and move out by the next administration. That is the story of a lot of our friends from early in our marriage.
Sometimes a friend will move to a new place, and they’ll tell me how hard it is to break into the community. How most of the people have lived there their whole lives. That is not DC. It is fairly easy to slip into this city, and it’s fairly easy to slip out.
There are people who are fantastic with transitions. They love starting new jobs or moving to a new place. Or, if they don’t love it, they are at least fine with the idea. They see the positives in change, and they get itchy when they need to stay tied down to one thing for too long.
That is not me.
I am incredibly loyal and long-lasting and unchanging. I don’t like moving or switching jobs or even ending finite projects, like books. (I cry at the end of every book. With the last one, ChickieNob walked into the room while I was lying on Josh’s chest, sobbing, and she sighed, “Mummy must have put the book to bed.”) I like eating the same foods for the same meals, day after day after day. I shop at the same stores, buying the same products, even if it is less expensive at a different place. I even like to drive in the same lane on the road every time I am traveling to a local spot. Same same same same same.
Sameness is what makes me happy, and maybe it’s because I come from a place where change is part of the atmosphere.
Do you think the place where you grow up shapes how you deal with the world as an adult?