Let me know when you’ve made it home. That constant request – before driving to Charlottesville from college, on the many trips between Charlottesville and my own place in the DC suburbs, boarding a return flight in some far-flung land. Let me know when you’ve made it home.

Now here I am, eleven years in Arlington and Alexandria and nearly four in the row house. I’ve made it back from the far-flung lands, back to my own place in the DC suburbs, with a nascent business in Charlottesville. And in all those journeys, I’ve made it home. Two hundred twenty six years of brick and cypress and tin. Home for me and then for a wife and then for puppy.

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