|I couldn't resist|
- A paycheck is a wonderful thing. I followed the money.
- My new boss is an old work friend. But she's been in a higher position than me since we met, so it's not weird that she's my boss now.
- I lurve, lurve, LURVE being in the city.
- I lurve, lurve, LURVE living in my lil' beach town out past the farms.
The ride from the grain silos to the heart of Our Nation's Capital is like lumbering through a wormhole that lets out on a different planet. From the resort town I call home, through the farmland, through residential areas that get increasingly urban, all the way to Downtown. Giddy as I was during this morning's ride, I couldn't help but notice how the homes shrink in proportion to the average income of the residents who live there. It's like you have to go through an economic desert before you can reach the thriving capital of the most powerful nation on the planet.
You know you've crossed the D.C. line when you see the small brick duplexes of Southeast. People who live around here know that Southeast is the part of the city you want to avoid, because that's the quadrant that you hear about on the 11:00 news most often when they do the daily body count. But during the morning rush hour, you don't see gangstas loitering outside the multitude of liquor stores you pass - instead you see young children who are on their way to school. Too often for my comfort level, you see them walking without any obvious adult chaperone. As a suburban Mom who lives on a quiet street that ends in a cul-de-sac, I can't fathom sending my elementary-school aged kids several blocks down an inner city street without a responsible adult holding their little hands in a solid death grip, poised to protect them from stray bullets and creepy people with every step. I guess you have to be less paranoid than moi when you call the inner city your home.
|She'd make a great nanny|
Despite the chronic congressional deadlock you hear about on the news channel of your choice, the Capitol Building radiates energy and vitality. Political affiliation aside, this is the seat of the United States government. This is the building that houses the very government our forefathers fought to establish. This is the building that houses the very government our armed forces still fight to protect. Even when you are sick to death of all the partisan bickering and election-year mudslinging, it's hard to deny what this building represents. Democracy. Freedom. Patriotism. Our history. Our future. When you think about how much blood has been shed to ensure that building stays in business, it's downright awe-inspiring.
|Cue the anthem|
It's been awhile since I've walked these streets, but I did remember to use my I-belong-here-so-don't-mug-me stride of confidence: shoulders squared, head up, and eyes forward.
|Like this, only meatier|
|I'm gonna make it after all|