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!