How the memories come flooding back! I will be giving away my age here but it was 1997, I was a baby 20 year old and living in MA, Georgetown as an au pair for two little children. Their parents worked for NASA and travelled internationally a lot. They were also very seldom home so I had a huge responsibility and was thrown in the parenting deep end. On my first week off I visited a friend who worked in Washington DC. It was the week of the fourth of July! Of all places. The cherry trees were a picture and the city was packed! We didn't get to see Congress in action but we did wander through the streets and well known buildings. It was quite an experience. I far preferred skiing in New Hampshire and white water rafting in .... I can't remember where. Also the beautiful hikes through breathtaking New England in the Fall. And visiting my cousin in the California countryside. But going to your nations capital remains a unique memory
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Hehe! I told you I am a New Englander, right? I also went to school in New Hampshire for a year, but, everything is close and I could go to Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts and Rhode Island, and Connecticut easily in one day. :) It is our preference to live there.
I went back home in the Fall and did many hikes. My daughter works as an au pair/nanny One works for the Department of State, the other a lawyer. And always, always traveling. So yes. I get it.
You have seen more, done more than most people will ever do in a lifetime! Thank you for sharing your story! I loved it and It is a unique place, but, not at all what I expected when I got here!
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Oh yes! Everything is close there. I love New England - it has a beauty all its own. And the people are different. Well they were way back then, to my rather protected and naive South African mind.
While it must be hard on you to have your children far away at least it give you an excuse to travel. My parents-in-law yesterday were bemoaning all their other (and adult) grandchildren living so far away, and some overseas. One of my children spun around singing "But Ouma - WE ARE HERE!!!!!"
Only the one in Grad School. I have two others home. But, one gone is like a big hole. :)