Showing posts with label washington dc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label washington dc. Show all posts

Friday, January 10, 2014

Relocated to Berlin: Not Quite Home for the Holidays

It seemed somehow fitting that we would be returning to the United States from Berlin five months to the day after we had originally left.  We were going home for the holidays (Christmas with my family in Washington, DC, New Year with my wife's family in Pittsburgh), and we were more than a little apprehensive about the emotions that we would confront returning to our roots.  Would we feel overcome with homesickness when seeing our family and our old friends?  Would we feel overwhelming nostalgia when visiting our old favorite restaurants?  Would we feel relief that we could finally understand and be understood by everybody we met?

The answers to all of these questions were a little bit surprising.  After all, I have lived overseas before, and was already acquainted with the feelings associated with being physically disconnected from "my people" for an extended period of time.  Then again, that was over 20 years ago, when the world was a very different and less connected place.  That was back before the Internet and e-mail were ubiquitous.  That was back when "foreign cuisine" in many parts of Europe (and the U.S. for that matter) was merely a slightly spicier version of the local favorites  That was back when international travel was still something of a novelty rather than an essential part of conducting everyday business.

Perhaps the biggest surprise to me and my family was that, as soon as we got off the airplane in Washington, DC, it felt like the previous five months had been nothing more than an extended vacation.  As we drove up the Dulles Toll Road toward my mother's apartment in Georgetown where we would be staying, passing our old neighborhood in Vienna, passing by our old haunts in Arlington, we were struck by - despite how radically everything in our own lives had changed - how very little in our old world seemed to be different.  Perhaps most disconcerting of all, when we drove past our old house, absolutely nothing looked any different from the outside than when we last pulled out of the driveway.  Almost instinctively, I wanted to reach for the garage door opener, half-expecting to walk into the house to be welcomed by a hot meal and a cold beer.

And yet, as we spent the Christmas week in Washington visiting friends and family, and as we then moved on to Pittsburgh to do the same over New Year, we came to realize how little our motivations for moving had changed over our time away.  To be certain, it was wonderful to see all of our loved-ones again.  But everything else that had driven us away - the politics, the traffic, the horrible horrible prime time CBS television lineup - was still there.  And with our experience of spectacular public transportation, walkable neighborhoods, and not knowing enough German to get sucked into politics or local television, the differences were even more stark in our minds now.

It was a good trip.  I am very glad that we went.  But by the end of our two weeks in the United States, we were ready to return home to Berlin.  It turns out that my favorite restaurants really were not as good as I remembered them.  It turns out that, as much as I love driving, driving on the Beltway still really sucks.  It turns out that, while it is nice to understand people and to be understood by them, there is not much being said that is really very important.

On the other hand, Skippy peanut butter really is the creamiest after all.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Relocating to Berlin: What I will miss, and what I won't

It is one of those truisms of life that, in order to move toward something new, you have to move away from something old.

For me, Washington, DC, is something old.

Because of the peculiarities of my life history, I originally moved to Washington, DC in either 1989 or 1994, depending on how you look at it.  While it took a while to grow on me, I now truly love Washington, and will be sad to leave it behind.  Perhaps as something of a catharsis, before I leave, I wanted to list all the things that I will miss about living in the capital city of the United States.  Then, to remind myself of why I want to leave, I will also list all the things that we will be very happy to leave behind.

What we will miss:

The Embassies:  Any time you drive up Massachusetts Avenue's "Embassy Row," you can't help but be awed by the beauty of this part of town.  Even better, for events like the European Union Open House or the Around the World Embassy Tour, you can even walk through the embassies, taste foods and drinks from various nations, and see some truly outstanding music and dance performances.  There is no better way to spend a summer day in DC than by visiting a dozen or more countries.

The Museums:  Yeah, Washington, DC has the Smithsonian Institution, which is one of the world's greatest museum complexes.  That alone would be awesome.  But Washington also has the National Gallery, the Corcoran Gallery, the U.S. Holocaust Museum, the Phillips Collection, and dozens of smaller but equally excellent museums.  People visit Washington from all over the world to see our museums, and it is not hard to see why.

The Monuments:  When I first moved to Washington, and before I had to go to work every day, my favorite thing to do was to climb up to the Lincoln Memorial, walk around to the back, and to sit watching traffic cross the Potomac River over the Arlington Memorial Bridge.  It was sublime.  From the front of the Lincoln Memorial, you can look at the Washington Monument reflected in the Reflecting Pool where Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his "I Have a Dream" speech.  As you walk up the National Mall, you have the Jefferson Memorial, Roosevelt, and King Memorials off to your right.  There is the Vietnam Memorial on your left, and the World War II Memorial straight ahead.  Ultimately, you are aiming toward the Capitol itself, which even though it is a working building, still stands as a monument unto itself.  Whatever one thinks of what goes on inside, the Capitol is an awesome sight.

The Schools:  One of the great advantages of living in the most highly educated city in the United States is that there is generally a high emphasis placed on quality education - at least in some parts of the city.  At the elementary and secondary level, the Washington region has some of the best public school districts in the country, that are matched by many excellent private schools.  If you want to have more of an international flavor in your education, there's the International School, the German School, the LycĂ©e Rochambeau, the British School, and dozens of other public and private language immersion schools representing every corner of the globe.  Moving up to higher education, you get to Georgetown University, George Washington University, American University, Howard University, Catholic University, and many others.

The Restaurants:  Another advantage to being such an international city is that Washington is the home to a vast array of ethnic restaurants from all over the world.  Forget the overpriced "famous chef" expense account restaurants.  Washington is the home to some of the best and most authentic Vietnamese, Ethiopian, Korean, or Central American food you will find anywhere - almost always at a very reasonable price.

It's Washington, DC for Heaven's Sake!!!:  Let's face it, it is really exciting to live in arguably the most powerful city in the world.  Just walking down the street, you almost can't help but bump into Congressmen, Senators, state Governors, Cabinet members, foreign leaders, and many other notable characters.  For a political junkie like myself, I always enjoyed running into folks who are regular denizens on Meet the Press.  Add to that, whenever there are big political movements, Washington is inevitably the epicenter.  It is exciting to watch history being made right outside my window.  This is probably the only place in the world where you can show up late for work and reasonably say, "Sorry, I was held up by a Presidential motorcade - again!"

What we will be happy to leave behind:

Traffic:  Washington, DC has consistently ranked as having some of the worst traffic in the United States.  Part of the problem is that there are pitifully few bridges crossing the Potomac River between Northern Virginia and Washington and Maryland, which creates horrendous bottlenecks on the Beltway, I95, and I66.  Part of the problem is that suburban development exploded during the 1990s and 2000s without concurrent expansion of infrastructure to handle the increased population.  But whatever the reason, my 18-mile commute regularly takes me between 1 and 1.5 hours each way.  After four years of her 40-minute commute to and from school, my daughter has made me swear that we will never buy another car.

Outsiders:  There is a large transient subgroup of the population in Washington that thinks the city is entirely populated by transients.  These are usually the political staffers who sweep into town following an election, and who then skulk out of town a year or two later when their candidate is either voted out of office or resigns after a protracted ethical probe involving underage prostitutes, shaved rodents, and duct tape.  In the meantime, these are the same people who believe that Washington should cater exclusively to their short-term parochial interests instead of meeting the needs to the people who were born here and who will still be here long after the next election cycle.  Washingtonians are strongly in favor of good public schools, vigorous gun control, expanding public transportation infrastructure, and local control of the budget process.  These Outsiders are not.  Guess who always wins?

Cost of Living:  According to 2012 data, the cost of living in the Washington area is 40% higher than the national average.  In most parts of the country, $750,000 will buy you a spectacular house on a multi-acre plot of land, and it will probably include a pool and a master suite the size of your typical basketball arena.  In the Washington region, $750,000 will get you a modest 3 bedroom house in a solidly middle class neighborhood.  If you really want to impress your neighbors the way your cousins are able to do in the "fly over" states, you'd better be pulling in a salary in the high six-figures.  A "normal" salary by national standards plants you solidly among the "working poor" in Washington.


The Weather:  To put it succinctly, Washington weather sucks.  In the summer - which lasts most of the year - temperatures range between hot and muggy and skin-meltingly broiling with air that is more liquid than actual breathable gas.  In the winter, heavy snows are regularly predicted, but they seldom become anything more than a disappointing cold drizzle.  Of course, this lack of actual snow doesn't stop all of the Outsiders (see above) from sliding their cars sideways down major roads and then abandoning them so that they block traffic in both directions the moment the sky looks even vaguely threatening.  If you think that I exaggerate, you have obviously never tried commuting in Washington.

Egos:  One of the biggest disadvantages of living in arguably the most powerful city in the world is that everybody on your block is constantly competing to demonstrate that they are either more powerful than you, or that they have better access to powerful people than you (for a great example, follow any conversation here).  This - ahem - "tool swinging" contest manifests itself in other ways as well.  My house is nicer than yours.  My kids go to a better private school than yours do.  My law firm is more prestigious than your law firm.  My car is faster than your car.  My private golf club excludes more minorities than your private golf club.  Etc. ad nauseum.  It's a competition that nobody can ever win.  But it doesn't stop people from trying.

All things considered, we will be sad to leave Washington.  But only parts of it.  And somehow I think we'll get over it.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Relocating to Berlin: Fear Factor

For the past several months, I have been in a constant intimate embrace with Fear and Dread.  Now, any time you are in an intimate embrace with two strong figures, the typical response is something like, "Mmmm, kinky!"  But let me remind you dear readers, I'm not talking about embracing Tiffany and Chastity.  This is Fear and Dread we're talking about. 

So, after belaboring that crude sexual metaphor rather too long for you, what exactly am I talking about?

Fear of selling the house (it closed yesterday).

Fear of leaving my comfortable and high-paying career of almost 19 years (my last day is a week from today).

Fear of taking my daughter out of an awesome school that she has attended for four years (her last day is today).

Fear of selling almost all of our earthly possessions (the final Moving Sale is tomorrow).

Fear of leaving Washington, DC, where we have lived for over 20 years (we are making the final move a little over a month from now).

Fear of leaving behind good friends and loving family.

Dread of moving to a country where we don't speak the language very well.

Dread of moving to a city that we have visited several times, but that we don't really know.

Dread of flying our cat across the Atlantic, and getting her through customs.

Dread of placing our daughter in a school that we have never visited.

Dread of trying to find an apartment that meets our needs, but that doesn't eat through our savings too quickly.

Dread of trying to furnish and equip a new household.

Dread of trying to find work that I enjoy, that also pays the bills.

Dread of trying to make new friends.

. . . oh my God, what have are we doing?!?

Being an immigrant (or emigrant, depending on how you look at it), and facing this long embrace of Fear and Dread has made me think about the experience of my own ancestors who immigrated to the United States generations ago.  What compelled them to leave their own established lives to move to a new country?

Perhaps they may have been running away from something in their old lives - I'm not sure, I wasn't there.  But perhaps they were diving into the unknown because, despite all that they had in the warm comforts of home, they wanted something more for themselves and for their children.  It has been difficult to express - and even harder to figure out in the first place - what exactly I am looking for.  Perhaps Berlin won't even provide it.  But it is this compelling yearning for something new, something different, and something better, that drove my own ancestors to look beyond their own embrace with Fear and Dread, and is now driving my own family past our own embrace with Fear and Dread.


To be honest, this embrace hasn't been all that gratifying anyway.  Fear and Dread are too skinny, and they smell of patchouli.  It's time to leave them behind and find something new to embrace.