Each row to be viewed from left to right (in chronological order).
This is it. In a few short hours I will be on my way to the airport and at 3:50pm EST on July 22nd I will be back in California. It’s hard to believe that I have lived in D.C. for three years. I’ve been through so much during that time. I’ve learned invaluable lessons and have grown as a person.
When I arrived I was excited but it did not take long for the city to get the best of me. I was lonely and crabby. While I loved riding the bus I hated not being able to drive to the grocery store–something that still irks me about living in the city. There were lots of new things to do and try but I also wanted a little bit of home. Many of my Saturdays were spent at Target. For a couple of hours I could pretend I was home. That is until one day I walked by a display of snow shovels. It woke me up and made me realize that if I wanted some of home I needed to make DC my home.
I set out making friends and was lucky enough to meet Jacki by an ATM one day. She is one of the most friendly people I know. I admire her passion and sense of adventure. We have had so much fun dancing and talking together. Lucky for me her family is from California too. Then I was on to the St. Mark’s Players were I auditioned for The Wiz. I didn’t get cast but I volunteered to help with costumes. It was the best decision I made. The group of people I have met through St. Mark’s are one of a kind. I can’t imagine my life without them. They were always there for me through it all and I will forever be thankful for their unconditional love and support.
When I think about leaving DC I think of my friends. The stories could go on and on. My friends I’ve met through work and church, my lovely neighbors, Rafael’s family, my blogger friends (the most unexpected friendships but what a truly amazing group you all are)…. I am going to miss each and every one of you.
Thank you for helping me build a home. I love you.
Until we meet again,