I spent last week reliving an old romance. I was a bit nervous it would be too emotional. When we parted two years ago, I left in tears, out of control. I wasn't really sure how to expect my reaction to be, when walking down that memory lane. For real, walking those beautiful streets again. But that's the beauty of city love. A city won't let you down. Whenever you decide you're ready, it will be there to embrace you, just like before. With unconditional love.
When I saw my old building, a few tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. Maybe because that was our castle, where we started building a lifelong friendship, four completely different, but equally excited souls. It's something that the city gave us. We will always have DC.
But other than that, I wasn't sad. Simply happy. I was just as excited as I used to be. Pentagon bus station felt the same. Busboys & Poets felt the same. Washington Monument felt the same. King Street metro station felt the same. It all felt good.
I think I might have needed that, to know that it's okay to move on, without the fear of losing something. The city will always be there, and I will always come back. That might be why I keep falling in love with places, not people. Even though we have to part, the cities won't let me down. Those farewells will always mean a reunion. And the memory lane will always be a beautiful reflection of who I am, and why. It's not so scary – or sad – after all.
Who knows, one day I might even be ready to go back to Nice.