Back in 1997, in a final attempt to rebuild our marriage, my ex and I took a trip to the east coast. I flew in on the morning of the 4th of July, got my rental car, and located my hotel. The concierge gave me advice about the difficulties of a car and parking in DC, so I drove over to the local Metro parking lot, bought myself a ticket and hopped on a Metro train. (If you know me, you know how out of character it's for me to travel alone!!)
I was pretty brave to just head downtown without a destination or purpose. I found my way to The Mall. I walked around the Lincoln Memorial then headed back toward the Washington Monument. I grabbed a lemonade from a street vendor and sat down in the grass to rest. There were a lot of folks setting up blankets and chairs to watch the fireworks show; I curled up and found myself waking from a nap right there on the grass! (Thank goodness no one attempted ... anything!)
I didn't get to see the fireworks, I had to head back to the Metro, locate my car and pick my husband up at the airport.
I've always wished I could spend time in DC, but the hubs was in a hurry to cover a lot of ground along the east coast. I ended up being the driver the entire trip; one of our arguments was about him being able to see all the sights while I was seeing was the lines on every freeway.
That's when I knew this wasn't going to be the trip that helped make our marriage work.
The mind is a funny thing. I remember that day - alone in DC - as the best. It was the highlight for me!
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