Josh and I had gotten into kind of a "fuck this, we could move/go anywhere" itch the last couple weeks, but this weekend was good for reminding me--us I think--what there is to love about this town. Roots. After my childhood in anonymous, everybody-just-watches-tv-in-their-own-house-end-of-list NoVa, I like that I can live in a lively place that I can really get to know people, from the friendly Indian family who owns the convenience store to the guy who always walks his dog by my house to the dude who fixes my car. I like knowing their names. I like that I can go downtown and buy a replica 16th century coddle mug from an art historian whose castle I've been to. I like that I've partied with all the members of my favorite band. It's exciting to be making new friends as well as enjoying the good people in my life who have stuck around.
You have to get to know other people because they are the only real important thing. We share the years we get on this planet with a handful of other lives, and they're the only ones we're gonna ever meet in all of human history. If you don't keep the good ones, there's not going to be another chance.
As I get older, I'm realizing that it's getting less and less enjoyable to be so negative all the time myself, or to be around negative or lazy people. I want to be around people who un-apologetically like things and are willing to say so. I've seen it really beautifully modeled recently in some new friends I've made, (as well as in some of the current people who share my life) and I'm excited to try to apply that spirit more strongly. It seems simple, but sometimes a very novel proposition. I want positive, active people in my life who say yes to things and do shit and go big and be gracious. And I want to be that kind of person too.
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