what was I thinking?

The journey began nearly 13 years ago. I left California with all my worldly belongings packed into a Ryder truck, and my then 19 year old daughter. I left behind the remnants of a 21 year marriage, my son, my siblings, and my Dad. Not to mention a few very good friends. After a week of being chased by one snow storm and following another, snacking on Fritos and bean dip, eating dinner at truck stops, and 3 Ryder trucks later, we arrived in Georgetown at 7 on a Friday night. My other daughter had recently been recruited from a San Francisco company and was living in DC at the Kennedy Warren. She had invited us to join her on her new journey. It was a brave new beginning for the three of us.

13 years later, I'm still wondering what I was thinking, but glad I did it. My life could not be fuller. And DC is a beautiful city.