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Three months. Three months since the world went topsy-turvy, and everything changed. DC is an odd place, full of the upwardly mobile, I'm-gonna-climb-over-you-even-if-it-doesn't-help-me-attain-my-goals-because-it-makes-me-feel-like-I'm-moving-forward types. There are a few gems, however, as infrequent as those extra-tasty sunflower seeds, and just as hard to distinguish without getting through their shell.
Downtown DC is beautiful, though. Full of greenspaces and museums, restaurants and shops. Unfortunately, it wasn't worth having to deal with the people. I hadn't been there since I was 12, and I'm glad I got the chance to see what it was all about. I don't believe you can really experience a city on a vacation. You need to live there, get to know how it works, get close enough to feel the hum of its internal machinery, smell the oil, find the little nooks and crannies where all the treasures are secreted away.
New Orleans is very, very different. Most of it is the state of things, though. All the people here for work from out of town; the contractors, the fema workers, the volunteers, the clean-up crews, the military, the out-of-town law enforcement, the fortune-seekers and the families. All of these contribute a different vibe, and the overall effect is utterly chaotic. Not bad, Just weird. It doesn't change things altogether, though. I feel her. Hurt and hiding, but getting better. After just five days, I can already feel her strengthening, healing, waiting to see what will regrow, and what will atrophy.
My birthday approaches, and I think I want an apartment this year.
It's so good to be home
I love you, New Orleans
I love you, my Angel
You're wrong. It is I who am undeserving