Premal and I are set to make our big move to Colorado in just under three months. I still feel rather conflicted about the whole thing, but I’m trying to avoid devoting too much energy to my long list labeled “fears for the near future.” Instead, I've made a more positive agenda of things to do in D.C. (and surrounding areas) before leaving. Some of the items are classics that I've somehow never gotten around to (i.e. the reading room at the Library of Congress—don’t judge), while others are long shots (dinner at Mini Bar), but most are things I've done a lot, but love so much that I want to be sure to squeeze in a few more memories of them before I’m gone for a good while.
Last night Premal and I tackled one item—a date to Baltimore—on a weeknight-whim. It was one of those evenings when you expect everything to go wrong, but fate surprises you and it all turns out just right. We were both able to get out of work at a decent hour, traffic was a breeze, the play we saw was hilarious, and my favorite college haunt stayed open late just for us. Then we wandered around our old campus gape-mouthed as we ogled the beautiful renovations that have taken place since we bid Hopkins adieu.
It was a quick trip, and I still have a lot of things I’d like to say farewell to in Baltimore before we leave. Yet I won’t be sorry if this is the last memory I make of the place for many, many years.