Sitting in the airport, I couldn’t help but laugh about how flustered I was when I first arrived in DC two and a half months ago. I vividly remember arriving with the intention of taking the metro to the UC Center. Fair enough. Only thing is that I did not anticipate the humidity, swarms of people from rush hour and my 100 lbs luggage. Walking out of Farrugut North I took a cab three blocks to the center because I was such a hot mess.
I would call that entire first week a whirlwind of new people, happy hours and humidity. There was a lot going on and I didn’t want to miss any of it! I met some real cool homies on the 8th and 7th floors along with my champ on the 11th floor.
The city was our playground.
Walking up 17th was so charming. All the town homes had unique characteristics that blended into an aesthetically pleasing small town backdrop.
Adams Morgan on 18th had enough music, hookah and pizza to make any night a good night.
Georgetown was where I went to loose my shit. “Loosing my shit”: the act of dancing to top 40 hits under the influence of more than one drink. I really enjoyed loosing my shit in gtown. During the day, it transformed into a quaint posh district. This is where one can shop for that “east coast” look in Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger. Let’s be honest, you won’t find those salmon colored pants on the west coast, that’s for sure…
Getting to know the city’s districts, the Smithsonian’s and the monuments I began to feel a sense of home and belonging. I was lucky enough to have clever and funny (MY FAVORITE KIND OF PEOPLE) roommates and friends that were open and new to their surroundings – just like me. Together we explored and made mistakes and grew up.
I have to give mad props to my roommate Baby. If I had a penny for every time she walked in on me naked, I could buy a “changing” sign for our door, haha. She always took it like a champ by laughing really, really hard. She also knew everyone I worked with, not because she met them, but because she would always patiently listen to my work stories. Luckily for me, I was able to bring her to an Eid lunch at Nihad’s (WINKS) house… that way she could really understand! Mai Behbeh through and through!
Since Baby wasn’t 21, Lulu served as my partner in crime. When we weren’t giving each other massages, we were winning beer drinking contests at McFaddy’s or giggling about some oddity. My favorite thing about Lulu is her in her natural habitat: eyes half open, macbook propped, totally submerged under her comforter, you always had to look extra close to see if she was actually in her bed.
Pumpkin muffin has the most impressive work ethic! The first in the entire program to finish her research paper!! She was always on top of it, finding free chocolate tasting events while at it.
I am going to treasure our memories in the District of Columbia because I know that when I eventually go back (which I will…!) it won’t be the same. Let's be real, the Rally to Restore Sanity was SO.MUCH.WIN. I will always look back on our crazy nights and silly moments and laugh.
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