I have been going to the same gym, on L Street in the West End neighborhood of DC, for about a year and a half now. The gym is in the basement of an office building, majority Spanish speaking, and there is at least one guy living out of the locker room. I come and go, and there are many familiar faces – but no one knows my name.
When I land in Kingston and move into my room, I will have access to one of the best gyms in the entire island nation. Foreign Service Officers, to whom exercise and fitness can become a routine and a comfort that can be brought along even as they have to leave the rest of their lives behind, are nothing if not proactive in equipping a gym. A few floors down from my own apartment, and adjacent to the pool.
However, going to the gym, not knowing anyone, being alone amongst others, will be a thing of the past.