So the time has come that I must find a new abode. By the end of March. I planned to move this summer anyway, but fate, we'll call it, has imposed this new timing upon me. The best I can do is try to put a good face on it. In a way, this is an opportunity. Where I go is solely my choice -- I need not consider anyone else this time. The convenient transportation late into the night and a shorter commute lure me into considering relocating closer to or into Washington, D.C. The comforting sprawl and mid-pace of the suburbs beckon me to lay my head down in Germantown, Gaithersburg, Rockville or the like. And the familiarity and homeyness of Frederick, with its cross between country values and urban aspiration, simply waits patiently for me to choose. I could try to escape bittersweet memories, and immerse myself in the hustle of the city, and its never-ending offerings of activities. I could isolate myself in the anonymity of cheek-by-jowl subdivisions and their unique sameness and general lack of pretension. Or I could face my past, while at the same time embracing my present and figuring our my future in a place I've grown to love and where I've made friends (whom I see far to little of) who are willing to support and nurture me. Whatever shall I choose?