Six years ago, I was getting a haircut at my friendâ€™s apartment.
Iâ€™d had a quarter-life crisis the month before and then did a whole lot of soul-searching. Was I happy in DC? Why did I still live there? What would happen if I left?
As Rachel clipped away, I talked through thinking about moving with them. I think I knew deep down what I needed to do but needed a little validation and a little push. (Side note: if youâ€™re in Charlottesville and looking for a stylist, go to Studio 500Â and ask for Rachel. You wonâ€™t be sorry.)
She cut bangs, and I decided Iâ€™d move. I went home and put my apartment on Craigâ€™s List to find someone to finish out my lease.
I only regret one of those decisions.
I found someone right away, and spent the month of April 2008 saying goodbye to all of my favorite D.C. haunts and people.Â
I had no real plan except to move home until I got my life figured out. I love my parents to death, but being 25 and living at home was a good enough push for me to get my life figured out real quick. I moved into the city four months after Iâ€™d left D.C., and Iâ€™ve been here for nearly six years.
Now, when I go back to D.C., itâ€™s usually for races. Iâ€™ve totally turned my life around from when I left, and I love going back. Especially because then I get to come back to my happy life in NYC.
That said, Cherry Blossom Ten-Miler, Iâ€™m coming for you!