This morning, Feraz and I went to see our new place. We are moving- again! Third apartment in three years in DC. We are moving to Pentagon City to live closer to Feraz's brother and to down size our life a bit. I was really against living in VA but Feraz found us such an amazing and reasonably priced place that there was no way I could resist. We are going to be able to paint and have more freedom with the space, so I'm really looking forward to that as well! Cheet-o orange walls anyone? Yes, please.
|Salted Caramel donut. Sticky on the fingers but worth the mess.|
After the donut run, Feraz wished me luck as I drove home. Although I started driving again toward the middle of last year, I had still been pretty hesitant to drive in the city until about a week ago. A friend needed a ride to the embassy so I offered to take her. It wasn't bad at all! I actually gained so much confidence in my city driving that I even drove in New York while I was there this past weekend! But even with that bevy of accomplishments, I am still a very green city driver and am not used to parallel parking.
Luckily, when I pulled up to our house, I saw a huge spot right out front. As I was about to park, a guy in a Mercedes came and reversed his car to the back of the spot forcing me to parallel park between his car and another. I rolled down my window and asked if he would mind pulling up so I could pull in behind him and he looked at me as if I told him I had murdered his first born and said, "Yes, I would mind." Then he made a show of getting out of the car to make sure I wouldn't hit his. I considered just looking for another spot but the expression on his smug Tagg Romney looking face wouldn't let me. I took a deep breath and pulled into that spot like I was born to perform that one act. It was truly beautiful. I got out of the car, turned to his girlfriend and said, "You should leave this douche bag. He is going to be a horrible father." Well, I didn't really "say" that in the conventional manner but I did say it in my head. Twice.