Where are you from?

Is the first question you are asked from a new acquaintance in D.C. It comes as a surprise when someone is actually from our nation's capital. There is something crucial about this piece of knowledge to a new acquaintance. It gives them the opportunity to begin to understand the other person and some point of reference. And since I'm learning everyday more and more that this world is about who you know, where you are from is the first expression in the equation.

I think it would be cool to shift the question to "Who are you?" That would undoubtedly result in a long pause. Bob Dylan would wittily respond, "All I can do is be me, whoever that is". If that is the best Dylan can come up with, who knows how long that question would go unanswered with a new acquaintance. Cutting to the chase is not so cutting edge, I suppose.

Or what if we asked, "What's your color?" On the personality wheel, we all have different colors. My friend Aja told me her's was blue- the more pensive, introverted type I believe. I just did mine and I got was red, the opposite side of blue on the color wheel; very telling of my relationship with Aja actually. 

Red: You see a world that is bettered by passion and individuality. You incorporate emotion and immediate action into your life. You probably have many of these qualities: Fun, Non-Judgemental, Emotional, Enthusiastic, Free-wheeling, Impulsive, Impatient.

Sure that works well, but I need to carry around this test for everyone that just doesn't know their color yet. If only it really was just a wheel we could spin. For now I am content with the question "Where are you from?" because it is an entrance to conversations in Spanish, about travel, or realizing we live just a town away from one another. Cheers! 

D.C. you've been so good to me

My awesome suitemate Angelica and me

I have been in D.C. now for two months and have not written one post yet! I would have liked to been taking note of everything for the past months, but a part of me sees a new benefit to waiting. I think I can speak more honestly on D.C. after being in the culture for two months. One thing's for sure that has been confirmed. We are sheeple- people sheep that are so influenced by our surroundings. The culture of D.C. is about working hard and playing hard. That, indeed, is what I have been up to. Long days and long nights, errands and happy hours, meetings and salsa clubs. No wonder I haven't taken time to write about it yet.

If I were to have written a post in the first two days here I would have said something like this:

People said it was hot in the summer here, but it's not so bad. I heard people on the East Coast were more cold and less friendly like sun-kissed Californians. The city seems really safe, even though I've been told otherwise. What do fireflies look like? Wow everything is free here! Now that I am out of school, I'm going to work out everyday.

I need to alter some of those statements two months in, but some reign true:

Sharing yummy sangria at Jazz in the Sculpture Garden

It is hot and humid here, but it comes in waves, with thunderstorm interludes that are actually more scary to me than the heat. People are people everywhere; you find some lollipops and some sourpusses. People are mostly so kind to me, but that could be because I'm obviously from out of town. The city has its sketchy side like any city; just the other day we walked by the scene of an armed robbery, so my guard has been raised. As an outsider we selectively choose to see what we want, but as time goes by the truth is inevitably revealed. The fireflies at dusk on the lawn outside of the White House are the most magical thing I've ever seen! They are like dancing fairies but only last for a split second and then they disappear forcing their audience to look at the big picture rather than one individual fairyfly. Sure, a lot of things are free here, but then you want to get a drink, and why not a pitcher? It all adds up indeed. Now that I'm working full-time, I have to choose to either be social or exercise after 5:30 P.M. Can you guess which option usually wins? I've successfully ran before going to work twice, which was quite a feat.

So far, the city and I get along quite well. Hey D.C. you've been so good to me, let's see what is in store for the rest of the adventure.