A Nostalgia-filled Week in DC

The BLAH BLAH BLAHger has spent this week in Washington, DC, for work…which has filled me with nostalgia because I began my career here about 11 years ago. I was young, eager to change the world, and loved soaking in all the beauty, culture, and fun a small big city could provide. As a congressional staffer, my salary was pathetic, but my opportunities were huge. At the time, due to limited gift bans, I never paid for a sporting event and felt like I was surrounded by power. DC is called the Hollywood for ugly people because there are so many who react to power like those respond to celebrity…seriously, it’s hilarious. But as a staffer, you get used to being around bigwigs and it becomes a part of your every day.

I loved living here. I loved the cherry blossoms in spring, going to Eastern Market for the best french toast you’ve EVER had on a Saturday morning, seeing plays at the Warner with my roomate, and meeting friends through grad school. Did you know that Living With Lindsay was a grad school friend of mine? We met the first day of orientation…she wore a yellow dress, liked Aerosmith, was from Texas AND was an Alpha Chi Omega just like me. We hit it off instantly and have kept in touch ever since! Lindsay was a far better student than I and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed the program a heck of a lot more than me…but I digress – and don’t even get me started on her bachelorette party. Ha!

Being back in DC, feeling the energy and the rush makes me miss that time in my life. But like anything, were I ever to come back, I know it would never be the same. You see, I’m old (ahem, older) now and my expectations for life are remarkably different. I enjoy spending time with friends and family…even on weeknights. I enjoy having hobbies like photography and golf, which take up a lot of time and it’s still okay to embrace them. I enjoy being more involved in my church, rather than just running in and out on Sunday mornings. I enjoy owning a home (albeit a shoebox). I enjoy being able to buy things at Target and not worry that I’ll break the bank. But there was a moment in time when working long hours, then heading to receptions for free food, then going to happy hour, where everyone’s first question was “who do you work for” was okay and fun. I’m happy to be here and to remember that moment in time because it’s certainly part of my professional history, but it’s also become a part of me, too…and I love that.

The things I miss the most:

Eastern Market