I have this dream-fantasy about living in a house somewhere with a lot of greenery, tucked away in the country-side. Ivy is involved. Maybe moss. It's sometimes part British Lake District, part rural Japan, part Pacific Northwest. I long time ago, I watched a movie called Still Breathing, starring Brendan Fraser as a puppeteer, and I think he may have had a home like this, although when I looked up the synopsis, turns out it took place in Texas, so that couldn't be right.
I often think of this idyllic place on days like this, when we're on the verge of a rainstorm and I'm feeling ready for a change. (Or when Jack Johnson's "Banana Pancakes" shuffles onto my iPod.) Rain has a big role in this setting, and I must say that while I don't like the humid mugginess of DC, I really enjoy the thunderstorms.
One of the most memorable times on our last trip to Japan was when we were in Ohara, a small, mountainous village a bus-ride outside of Kyoto. When we arrived, it had begun to rain. I don't think I'm ever going to forget the feeling of calm I had as we walked through the narrow streets at dusk. Even the frantic pace of our stroll couldn't hamper the peacefulness of the setting.
Places like that resonate with me. I love DC, but sometimes, I fantasize about a change of scenery.