My apologies

It has been brought to my attention that since I moved to DC that I have been a terrible blogger.  I admit this and have one thing to say in response: Sorry I'm not sorry.

With the advice of my beloved cousin blogger (whose blog you should read instead because I've been having too much fun in my new life), here is a list of townie things I'm probably out doing instead of sitting at home blogging:
-Happy Hours in Dupont, U Street, Adam's Morgan
-Getting into the groove at Children's National
-Taking Lulu to play in Alexandria with her new BFF Marley
-Brunching
-Rooftop decking
-Pool stalking
-Celebrating holidays both legitimate and exaggerated (Independence Day, DC flag day, Pride, Bastille Day)
-Hosting out-of-townies
-Enjoying cooking for and bonding with my new roomie

As a testament to DC's traffic laws, I am no longer talking on the phone and driving (Yay!) so my neighborhood walks with Lu are my time for catching up.  Rest assured if you're not hearing from me as frequently that it means that I love it here, am being a safe driver, and it means the future blog posts will be filled with lots of fun details of city life.

Go 'Merica!

Celebrating Independence Day in our nation's capital was a truly unique experience.  With two hundred year old buildings lining the streets and tourists buzzing in multiple languages, it is easy to understand why DC is the place to celebrate the fourth.

I met up with a couple of friends on the National Mall and beat the heat in the shade of the Washington Monument until dusk.  The fireworks show over the Reflecting Pool was by far THE BEST FIREWORKS SHOW I have EVER seen.  My chest was booming and I kept whispering oohs and aahs as the bombs burst in air.

The only thing that was missing was my picnic on the lawn of the White House.  Barack must have lost my invitation in the mail.

Bex in the City

I have finally ARRIVED.  After six long months of anticipation and preparation I am now a DC resident and finding my way through the Capital City.

It is so clear now that I was meant to be in DC.  Disclaimer of gratitude: I could not have gotten here without my job and the people in Louisville, so I am thankful for that year of my life.  But now I'm moving on.

This place is hustling and bustling at all hours and I am in awe of how the residents are always moving, so well put together, and vibrant.  It's like a Mecca for young, attractive, ambitious twenty-somethings!  One week here has felt busier than one month in Kentucky.  I've seen museums, happy hour'd, held a refugee camp in my apartment after the power outages, seen old friends, made new friends, connected with alumni, spent an hour at the DMV without anything to show for it, and still there is so much left to do! 


The shock and awe of being a resident has not quite hit me yet.  I get a little ego boost every time I swipe my Smart Card at the metro because it makes me feel like a LOCAL.  I hope that feeling never wears off.  Someone asked me when I will know that I live in DC?...  My answer is this: When I've seen a change in seasons and Congress in session, when I say these things and really mean it, and when I get to show it off to all of my lovely visitors who are thrilled to have a friend to crash with in Washington.  Come visit!