In the District

So a post on the new digs is probably a bit overdue.

Its strange starting over again, in my third new city in 6 months, this time without the same sense of immediate awesome company as the last two. To be fair, I think this is probably a city completely filled to the brim with awesome people, its just the first time in six months I'm not sharing a bed with said awesomeness. (a shortage of beds in India definitely made nightmares less scary-except I guess for my bedmate who I repeatedly jumped on unfortunately)

Starting over again, learning a lot of names and faces and hoping some of them will stick around long enough for coffee dates and late nights on the town and the amazing DC tradition that is brunch (You know you're probably in the right place when your favorite meal is the whole district's favorite meal)

Its an odd mix of amazingness in the day and longing in the night. Of wanting to find my new favorite corner coffee shop, my new favorite run, and at the same time, wanting to run back to the old ones. A mix of alluding to the ones I love with those I've just met and talking about the ones I've just met with the ones I love. Wanting to put down roots and put posters on the walls and simultaneously wondering where and when I'll be packing my stuff up to move next.

The bittersweet bits of great change I guess