After about six weeks of casual visiting and sightseeing here and there, on the fourth day of July as I gazed out of the floor length window of the club house room on the fourteenth floor of my apartment building watching fireworks in the Nation’s capital, in the shadow of the Washington Monument, the glistening Potomac and city lights…it happened. I fell in love with Washington, DC. Infatuated, I watched the dark blue sky fill over and over again with random bursts of color above this beautiful city as the orchestra played. And once the fireworks approached the Grand Finale, I knew at that moment that there wasn’t a single place in the world I’d rather be. I realized then that I could live here forever and make this place my home.
It’s like we were meant to be together, DC and I. Admittedly, we got off to a rocky start and I actually considered walking out, but once we adjusted to each other things began to fall in place as everything came full circle. We finally began to understand each other, and it was the beginning of pure bliss. Initially I was looking forward to going back home and enjoying the comforts and familiarity it would bring. Now, every day I live with the saddening reality that we only have a few more weeks together. So I lay awake at night plotting of ways that I can get back here and spend more time with DC when my internship is over. I’m thinking about weekend visits or spring break trips because I just don’t know if I can quit the District cold turkey!
I had a lot of fun writing this blog, but I have to share my inspiration. A couple of days ago I was shopping and lady in the same store was talking on the phone about the weekend she fell in love with DC, and I thought to myself...I think I’ve got the bug too. So I decided to blog about the moment DC tripped me and made me fall head over heels.
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