I am stealing the title of this post from a friend that I once knew. She came back to DC after living abroad for a couple of years. She felt oddly out of place. She struggled for over a year and a half to feel like she belonged here, but the ground had shifted under her somehow. She gave up and moved back home for good. After a few months away, something happened and she regained her foothold here.
Like her, I feel ungrounded. I have the open road on constant replay in my head. I have filled the last few weeks with bike repairs and baseball games, a protest and a happy hour. And despite all this I feel like I don’t fit anymore. I am not the person I was a year ago. I have been humbled and more than a little bewildered by piles of hurricane debris and blood clots and mountain passes and social serendipity.
Am I back?
What do I do now?
Beats the hell out of me.
I’m riding to the game tonight. Section 105 in left field. I doubt I’ll find any answers there.