Airplanes!

It's not unusual for people to look at me sideways when they discover I drive 30 minutes south to work and J-Man has an unpleasant tolled commute west (though better now at the new job), and yet we still live here in Arlington and pay Arlington prices for, well, everything.  I mean, who does that?

At times I wonder the same thing.  Why not live farther from the city?  What's so great about where we live now?  We could have cheaper rent and gas and groceries.  A bigger yard perhaps.

But then, on gorgeous weekends like we've had these past few weeks, would we really do what we've done?  Pop into the city to see M and N by the water?  Walk down the street to a crazy-nice park?  Or best yet, take a fast drive over to Gravelly Point, right next to National Airport?

Gravelly Point is fantastic.  It feels like you can reach up and touch the planes.  PDG tries to do just that each time one takes off right over our heads.  They're so loud and boisterous, just like my boys, so it's perfect.

In between take-offs we kick our Superman ball or people watch the hundreds of other folks all spread out on the giant lawn with kites and baskets and cornhole.  The experience feels like what I used to imagine summer would be like back in New York, lounging on the Great Lawn of Cental Park, hoping for and daydreaming about a future with my J-Man.

We've had a blast watching the planes twice already, and something tells me we'll be back for more, and more, and more these next few months.