Am I really lost?

No, I’m not lost in the physical sense (although I did get lost on a very unintentionally long run into Maryland recently), and maybe not even in the emotional sense. What I hope to do with this blog is document how a 53-year-old woman packed up her longtime home in the Midwest and moved into a much smaller space on a busy street in our nation’s capital. I left behind a career, several groups of dear, loving friends and connections in a wonderful inner-ring suburb to join my SO in a thriving, growing, BIG city.  This is what happened …