I happen to think that all things happen for a reason. Two weeks before moving to my new home in Maryland, my car — or Dave, as I named it — moved on to a better place. A most untimely, unfortunate event. I have lived in College Park, Md., in and around the D.C. area, for a little over three months now. I love the city and I think part of it is because I’m always on foot.
I’m half embarrassed to admit that I’m still in a bit of a daze when I walk around the streets of DC. I love riding the metro; having to physically climb the electric stairs, which get shut down unexpectedly at every other station; I love coming out of the dark, smelly tunnel to take in the sights of a new neighborhood; I love walking around the streets because while everyone might be avoiding eye contact with others who are passing by, I’m always looking; I love carrying my computer with me so that I can do a little @workshifting in new places; I love walking around squares and parks; I love staring at the monuments; and I could go on for a long time.
