I am not a city girl.
I love to visit cities—the energy, the great places to eat, the people-watching. . .I love most of it. But, I rarely enter any city neighborhood and think, I’d love to live here.
Capitol Hill in DC? You may have won me over.
I love the little two-level house we rented, right across the street from a public school. I love walking around the corner for milk, or to grab a bite to eat from a “dive” that was featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. I love strolling down to Eastern Market to pick up a quick something to cook for dinner.
And my girls went bananas over the Cupcake Wars winners’ shop they got to visit. Yeah, we watch a lot of Food Network.
I love being able to walk to the Capitol Building, the Library of Congress, the Botanic Gardens in the Smithsonian. I love how close we are to the Metro which can zip us just about anywhere. But, I also love our quiet little backyard—just a postcard stamp really—though so, so quiet.
Oh, and it helps that we see dogs everywhere. It makes us miss our Star so much, but it’s pretty clear she’d fit right in.
I’m not ready to give up our free-standing house, our quiet cul-de-sac neighborhood, or our happy little suburb.
But, DC? You’ve got my vote too.