Over the past week in my semi-unemployed state I found myself leaving my apartment with no clue where I was going. Sometimes I hopped on the metro, sometimes I just walked around my new neighborhood. In all cases, I wandered.
Wandering around, taking in the sights. Enjoying the freedom and fear that comes with not having anything to do or anywhere to be. Every now and then having to remind myself that I live here. As I laugh/smile whenever I catch a glimpse of the Capital building through the trees or the Washington monument in the distance. This new life seems both comfortable and foreign, easy to adapt and so different from what I know. The metro which always seemed so easy for a brief moment looked intimidating. Downtown which I felt I had mastered only a month ago felt so unfamiliar. I would never have expected how very different a place feels when it all of a sudden becomes your home.
There are just certain things you know when you are home. You know where the closest grocery store is. You know the fastest way to get to wherever. Sights, sounds, smells are familiar. You know when restaurants are open and what is expected of you when you go to a party. You don't typically wander around a neighborhood when you know what you will find in the next block. So it's exciting and scary all at the same time. And everyday it gets a little more real, a little less foreign and a little more home.
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3 comments:
beautiful, fun, neat, inspiring, adventure
what a refreshing change!!! to wander and not HAVE TO BE somewhere... or at least... feel like you HAVE to be somewhere... xo
Gee, you almost make me want to move...which is stupid. I have always been susceptible to suggestion.
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