The powers that be found Darling Husband and me living the good life in East Tennessee and lured us back to D.C. in 2021. Coriolanus Snow must have something on DH I will never know.

In a matter of six short weeks the house we lovingly renovated and remodeled was sold; packed; and a (small, small) percentage of our household goods delivered to our apartment in the DMV. Not the actual Department of Motor Vehicles, but that district where backstabbing is a well-honed sport; there are at least fifteen ways to get everywhere and you know which way to go based on the weather, time of day, current political climate, and whether you are coming or going; and everyone, absolutely everyone knows that IT. IS. WORTH. IT. to pay more to fly out of Reagan National.

We’re back for another rodeo.