I think of Washington, DC as home. I grew up in Wheaton, Maryland, a DC suburb. I used to go into DC (we called it "town") on the weekends as a teen and visited the Smithsonian Museums. I walked up the Washington Monument. I've even been on the National Mall for the fourth of July fireworks. My dad used to take me to art galleries.
I went to high school in DC.
My first home as a married person was in College Park, Maryland. Another DC suburb. When I worked for Singer Company doing sewing machine repairs and deliveries, I often went into town.
Our kids grew up all over the world, but considered Reston, Virginia to be their home base. Another DC suburb.
In our various homes abroad, we have lived under communism. Been bugged (eavesdropped on) and followed. Lived under Marshall Law. Seen coups in foreign countries and even feared for my life and my children's lives.
In Washington, DC, I participated in demonstrations in DC. Anti war protests. Million Mom march again gun violence. Pro-choice marches. Yes, there were police there, but they did not threaten us (at least I didn't feel threatened)
We participated in the July 4th parade on Constitution Avenue in DC
My family and I participated in the la Leche League World Walk for Breastfeeding at the grounds of the Reflecting Pool.
I worked as a lactation consultant in DC.
But I never thought I would see what is happening right now right here.
So here I live in my cozy suburban Virginia home. Despising what is happening in a city that I have always felt a part of
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