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All The Small Things

DC

I still feel like I am just visiting D.C. Better yet, I feel like I embarking on another four-year whirlwind of mayhem that is college and will return to NYC for summer break. This all still feels to wildly temporary. I have to consciously remind myself that I live here, that I am a resident of D.C.

Which is why I am starting with Project Make My Room Feel Like It’s Mine. Simply put, I am going to make my room feel like it’s mine, a task that for someone who has lived as transient a life as I have is a difficult one to undertake. We’ll see. Hopefully I come away from this mission with more than just a duvet cover, which is usually both my starting point and the finish line for such projects.

Being back in D.C. feels like being in Sydney. This place closes E A R L Y. By that I mean this coffee shop I was in closed at 5 p.m. on a Saturday. A Saturday! And yoga studios? They stop offering classes by 4 p.m. on weekends. What universe is this?

I would have never described myself as a “big city” person before moving to D.C.. Simply put I was just a city person. But now I have come to understand the difference between big cities and small cities, and I’ll choose the former every day. And that isn’t to hate on this place (though my friends could tell you I say otherwise most of the time). It’s adorably cute and strikingly small in a very Polly Pocket sort of way. But I think it’s heavily medicated on Xanex or something. Its energy is freakishly low, and I don’t do well with low energy.

But I think it will grow on me. There was a moment recently that felt like home. I was on an early morning run, and the sun was at just the right spot, and the morning had just the right amount of warmth and stillness to it., I took a picture of it.

DC

 

Unless, of course, Donald Trump becomes both the president and my neighbor by moving a few blocks away from me into the White House (which is also surprisingly small). Dear God let’s hope that isn’t the case.