waaah don't make me go home again

Do you really want to go back to the scene of your childhood? I seriously don't. I'm going to in a couple of weeks. The RWA DC conference is across the street from my aunt's house (well, the place she founded, Woodley House, and where I used to hang out all the time) and it's about 2 miles from the house where I grew up.

I'm fully expecting the anti-George Bailey experience. I'll see places and houses that meant the entire world to me back when I was a spring chicken. Those places and houses will have changed--or not--but none of the changes or non-changes will have anything to do with me or my influence. No one I know will be there. I will have left no footprints in the place I lived for 18 years.

Who wants to be reminded how little they matter in the world?

I plan on staying in that comforting atmosphere of anonymous hotel-dom.

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  1. KT Grant5:51 PM

    But I will be there! :D It will be all good.

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  2. Kate6:16 PM

    ::::snivel::::

    thanks, and yay.

    I exaggerate a bit about not knowing a soul. My bro still lives down there and will take one kid. And my great good friend LR is going to rescue my other kid from me.

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  3. Bronwyn Parry7:56 PM

    You're going to DC??? And you didn't tell me before this??? Sheesh, I would probably have come if I'd known you were going.

    Hhmm... it's probably a bit late to book a ticket... probably... isn't it?

    I have been vaguely contemplating a research trip to Boston or thereabouts later this year. Still not quite sure where my new heroine is from.

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  4. Kate8:06 PM

    I got my ticket yesterday. I was pretending that I wasn't going.

    if you need some badly outdated research facts--I've lived in Boston too. (I liked that city much better.)

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